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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Gerry Rafferty,
New Age Steppers,
Groovy Waters,
Agitation Free,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
The Smiths,
Yusef Lateef,
Buzzcocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
JFA,
Excepter,
Pere Ubu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed,
The Monks,
Television Personalities,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Move,
AZ,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Lucky Dragons,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Popol Vuh,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
John Holt,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Black Moon,
The Sound,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Fela Kuti,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.