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 Greece and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Dark Day to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sex Pistols,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
DJ Sneak,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ken Boothe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Patti Smith,
The Associates,
The Music Machine,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Supertramp,
Bob Dylan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Negative Approach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Terry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.