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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Kevin Saunderson,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Darondo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Aswad,
Moss Icon,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
MDC,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Von Mondo,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Black Sheep,
Sandy B,
Roxette,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Camberwell Now,
Quando Quango,
Agitation Free,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.