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 Algeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Shuggie Otis,
Popol Vuh,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yellowson,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flipper,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
The Sonics,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Animal Collective,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.