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 Dominica and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Minny Pops 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
John Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aaron Thompson,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dual Sessions,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
The Index,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Livin' Joy,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Deakin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
cv313,
The Trojans,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.