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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camberwell Now,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
New York Dolls,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aswad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cymande,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Loose Ends,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Albert Ayler,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.