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 Chile and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Mad Mike,
The Mojo Men,
The J.B.'s,
Lindisfarne,
The Buckinghams,
Lightning Bolt,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Görl,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.