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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
David McCallum,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Siglo XX,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Subhumans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ice-T,
LL Cool J,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
The Saints,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Gregory Isaacs,
Neu!,
Ossler,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.