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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 CMW to the rock 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Janne Schatter,
Angry Samoans,
Joyce Sims,
Sonny Sharrock,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Eden Ahbez,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Franke,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Albert Ayler,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Donny Hathaway,
Blake Baxter,
the Normal,
Barry Ungar,
Camberwell Now,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter & Gordon,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.