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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fad Gadget to the dance 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Soul II Soul,
Symarip,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter & Gordon,
Barclay James Harvest,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Sight & Sound,
OOIOO,
Godley & Creme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
Eddi Front,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Human League,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Brick,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
These Immortal Souls,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.