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 Vietnam and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a marimba 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Buzzcocks,
The Modern Lovers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Main Source,
The Index,
Darondo,
Fugazi,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
The Gap Band,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
Sonic Youth,
Lucky Dragons,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stiv Bators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smiths,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Machine,
Suicide,
Motorama,
Johnny Clarke,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.