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 Uruguay and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxy Music,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
a-ha,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
The Fugs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Whodini,
Kenny Larkin,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.