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 Azerbaijan and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 The Divine Comedy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Wyatt,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
Rotary Connection,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Bob Dylan,
Deepchord,
The Tremeloes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Flipper,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skriet,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hasil Adkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Al Stewart,
John Foxx,
MC5,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.