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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the crunk 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Kaleidoscope,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
The Index,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Leonard Cohen,
Glenn Branca,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ohio Players,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.