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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Das Ding to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Whodini,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Rundgren,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.