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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Japan,
D'Angelo,
Basic Channel,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Gong,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
John Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Smooth,
OOIOO,
The Names,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry,
The Beau Brummels,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Average White Band,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.