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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pole,
Dawn Penn,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Sight & Sound,
The Slackers,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Section 25,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Supertramp,
Radiohead,
The Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Nirvana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Detroit Cobras,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tim Buckley,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.