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 Slovenia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Machine,
Nas,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Harmonia,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.