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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Surgeon,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Thee Headcoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
cv313,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Monks,
Joe Finger,
Public Image Ltd.,
Banda Bassotti,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Boredoms,
Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman,
Organ,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.