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 Mali and from London.
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 Calgary and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
FM Einheit,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
The Cowsills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Visage,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
X-101,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
the Sonics,
A Certain Ratio,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Juan Atkins,
Drexciya,
Jandek,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quando Quango,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Loose Ends,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joe Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Cecil Taylor,
Bush Tetras,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.