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 Eritrea and from Mumbai.
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 New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Eric Dolphy to the jazz 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra,
Monks,
Mandrill,
Pantaleimon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Gang Green,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Carl Craig,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Drexciya,
The Gories,
Cecil Taylor,
The Birthday Party,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Slackers,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.