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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Cameo,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
New Order,
Black Flag,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Goldenarms,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Can,
Minutemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tom Boy,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Fraelich,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Symarip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.