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 Hungary and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the jazz 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
Shoche,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
Pulsallama,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
Skarface,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
Make Up,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pylon,
Nico,
Procol Harum,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.