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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Buzzcocks,
Radiohead,
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
China Crisis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Germs,
Ohio Players,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
cv313,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
AZ,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Byrd,
June of 44,
The Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joy Division,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.