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 India and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Holger Czukay 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 Throbbing Gristle to the grunge 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Dual Sessions,
The Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Gang Green,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
The American Breed,
The United States of America,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Hashim,
Lakeside,
AZ,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Black Flag,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Popol Vuh,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.