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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Evens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smiths,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
AZ,
The Kinks,
The Monochrome Set,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
The Gap Band,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Teasers,
John Foxx,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.