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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
Tom Boy,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Cecil Taylor,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Toasters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Ludus,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Offenders,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
D'Angelo,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
Inner City,
The J.B.'s,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.