Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Dolphy,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Flash Fearless,
Max Romeo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Joyce Sims,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
June Days,
Pere Ubu,
The Black Dice,
The Skatalites,
Suicide,
The Selecter,
Warsaw,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Terry Callier,
Peter & Gordon,
Schoolly D,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Motorama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
The Count Five,
Wings,
The Dirtbombs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.