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 San Marino and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
Niagra,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bad Manners,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
A Certain Ratio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
Swans,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag,
Mo-Dettes,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Dead C,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pagans,
Warren Ellis,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Offenders,
Television,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
Arcadia,
Gang of Four,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.