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 Afghanistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Yellowson,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
L. Decosne,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Enemy,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Albert Ayler,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quando Quango,
Hot Snakes,
Lower 48,
Steve Hackett,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Roy Ayers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.