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 Belarus and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Metal Thangz to the crunk 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Aloha Tigers,
AZ,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
KRS-One,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Motorama,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Sex Pistols,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Martian,
JFA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rites of Spring,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Pop Group,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.