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 Andorra and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
Brick,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Subhumans,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Depeche Mode,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
These Immortal Souls,
Pole,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Pierre Henry,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.