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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Monks to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
CMW,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Electric Prunes,
R.M.O.,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Maurizio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Aswad,
Technova,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pierre Henry,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cal Tjader,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Mr. Review,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
X-101,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.