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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Rod Modell,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
EPMD,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Slave,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Hood,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.