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 Syria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Real Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Quantec,
Boz Scaggs,
Sun City Girls,
Television Personalities,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
Echospace,
The Residents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Mark Hollis,
Gong,
Roy Ayers,
Stetsasonic,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Brick,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Whodini,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Porter Ricks,
Patti Smith,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.