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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Standells to the grime 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
H. Thieme,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Faust,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Suicide,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arthur Verocai,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Niagra,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Aloha Tigers,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Funkadelic,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.