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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Quantec 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Hoover,
Mark Hollis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grey Daturas,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
Shuggie Otis,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
The Martian,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Dark Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
Henry Cow,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Crooked Eye,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.