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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lungfish to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Siglo XX,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Intrusion,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The American Breed,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Popol Vuh,
Infiniti,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Cal Tjader,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Easy Going,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.