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 Botswana and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Panda Bear,
10cc,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Peter and Kerry,
Lou Christie,
Iggy Pop,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crime,
Bill Wells,
The Gories,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fall,
Reagan Youth,
Shoche,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
X-102,
Black Pus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delta 5,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Zero Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.