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 Egypt and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Dark Day,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Excepter,
Aural Exciters,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
Connie Case,
Arab on Radar,
Peter & Gordon,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
OOIOO,
Bronski Beat,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Massinfluence,
Barry Ungar,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yusef Lateef,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.