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 Korea South and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harry Pussy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Glenn Branca,
Eric B and Rakim,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
ABC,
Echospace,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Liliput,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Mark Hollis,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Niagra,
Nick Fraelich,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Funkadelic,
Agitation Free,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.