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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Severed Heads,
Rufus Thomas,
Average White Band,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anakelly,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Von Mondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Andrew Hill,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Livin' Joy,
The Neon Judgement,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sällskapet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
Scion,
X-101,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.