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 Austria and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the dance 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Iggy Pop,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Mo-Dettes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Amon Düül,
The Motions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.