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 Uzbekistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Darondo,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
Newcleus,
Chrome,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Make Up,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Freddie Wadling,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
June of 44,
Urselle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Nas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Angels of Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
the Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Aloha Tigers,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Rakim,
CMW,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.