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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pantaleimon 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
H. Thieme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Monolake,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
The Martian,
Fluxion,
Fear,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Desert Stars,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pulsallama,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soulsonic Force,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Donny Hathaway,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.