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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Animal Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric Dolphy,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Eve St. Jones,
The Martian,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Masters at Work,
E-Dancer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
World's Most,
Interpol,
Mad Mike,
DJ Style,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Youth Brigade,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.