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 France and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 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 Harmonia to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Brothers Johnson,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
Duran Duran,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alphaville,
The Searchers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Bananas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
The Litter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Brass Construction,
The Young Rascals,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Bill Near,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aural Exciters,
X-102,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.