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 Afghanistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
Faust,
Unwound,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ossler,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
kango's stein massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Slits,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Stiv Bators,
the Normal,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Zeros,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
Lungfish,
Glenn Branca,
a-ha,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.