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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 AZ to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Agent Orange,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Lebanon Hanover,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Duran Duran,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amazonics,
Kenny Larkin,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Magazine,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bronski Beat,
Scion,
Brick,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.