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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
John Holt,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ornette Coleman,
The Index,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aural Exciters,
Letta Mbulu,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Techniques,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
T. Rex,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
The Angels of Light,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.