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 Serbia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
CMW,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Hood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The New Christs,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Raincoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
LL Cool J,
Erasure,
Pere Ubu,
Joe Smooth,
Unwound,
The Sound,
Zapp,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cecil Taylor,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Inner City,
Aaron Thompson,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.