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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eden Ahbez to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gun Club,
Peter and Kerry,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
OOIOO,
Steve Hackett,
The Remains,
Rufus Thomas,
Altered Images,
Liliput,
10cc,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
Yazoo,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow,
FM Einheit,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.