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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Marcia Griffiths to the funk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Moby Grape,
The Names,
Oneida,
Monolake,
the Association,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
FM Einheit,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Five Americans,
Inner City,
Swans,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Blossom Toes,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Reagan Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Man Parrish,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.