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 Mexico and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Niagra,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Lucky Dragons,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Camouflage,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
World's Most,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Crash Course in Science,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ituana,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Rekid,
Scratch Acid,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
Dave Gahan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.