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 Korea North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Crash Course in Science,
Wire,
Young Marble Giants,
the Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Gong,
Wolf Eyes,
The Leaves,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Suburban Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
Amon Düül,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
EPMD,
Motorama,
Pantytec,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.