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 Thailand and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Althea and Donna,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Gang of Four,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Sheep,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Anakelly,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Sparks,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Ten City,
John Coltrane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
Cluster,
10cc,
The Alarm Clocks,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.