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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Hashim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Saints,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
The Divine Comedy,
Brothers Johnson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Ultravox,
One Last Wish,
Drexciya,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
Ultra Naté,
The Toasters,
Infiniti,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Main Source,
Japan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.