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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Deepchord to the jazz 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Moby Grape,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pere Ubu,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Outsiders,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Kurtis Blow,
The Misunderstood,
Das Ding,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hardrive,
A Certain Ratio,
Siglo XX,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
kango's stein massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.