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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grey Daturas to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Yaz,
Danielle Patucci,
Skarface,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
The Divine Comedy,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rod Modell,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
John Cale,
Technova,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Smog,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Urselle,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.