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 Uzbekistan and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
K-Klass,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Animal Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smiths,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
The Knickerbockers,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Music Machine,
Archie Shepp,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.