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 Liberia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soft Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
In Retrospect,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Pagans,
The Move,
Ponytail,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Selecter,
Wally Richardson,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
The Doors,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
Neu!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Supertramp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Scientists,
Oblivians,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.