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 Nigeria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Slave,
Minutemen,
The J.B.'s,
Sun Ra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Howard Jones,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Fela Kuti,
Grey Daturas,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül II,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Qualms,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Görl,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.