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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Alton Ellis,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scientists,
Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Easy Going,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.