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 Brazil 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Amazonics to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Fraelich,
Newcleus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Move,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
The Names,
Franke,
H. Thieme,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Smog,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
One Last Wish,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.