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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Idris Muhammad to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter,
Liliput,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
June Days,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
The Fortunes,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donald Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Bill Near,
The Searchers,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.