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 Chile and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funky Four + One,
The Wake,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
The Neon Judgement,
The Toasters,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
China Crisis,
Ronnie Foster,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
The Sound,
John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Don Cherry,
Section 25,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Clarke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Rites of Spring,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.