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 Comoros 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Goldenarms to the dance 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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yusef Lateef,
Section 25,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
KRS-One,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Searchers,
The Black Dice,
Rites of Spring,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Rekid,
cv313,
Wire,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The J.B.'s,
Barbara Tucker,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.