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 Finland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Vladislav Delay,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
K-Klass,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Jerry's Kids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Siglo XX,
Sight & Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Robert Görl,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visage,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
Isaac Hayes,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Style,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Lalann,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.