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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sun Ra to the grunge 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Last Poets,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Prince Buster,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Angry Samoans,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
UT,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.