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 Cambodia and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hardrive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Dawn Penn,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anthony Braxton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
John Holt,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Barclay James Harvest,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Byron Stingily,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.