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 Austria and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Kayak,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
Infiniti,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Smog,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
Monolake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Crooked Eye,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Vogues,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Eli Mardock,
Gong,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The United States of America,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Deepchord,
K-Klass,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Desert Stars,
Cal Tjader,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
June of 44,
Pole,
The Offenders,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Funky Four + One,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.