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 Comoros and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Sonic Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
MC5,
Avey Tare,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Vladislav Delay,
Royal Trux,
The Misunderstood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Mars,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Birthday Party,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Standells,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Todd Terry,
New Order,
John Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.