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 Taiwan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface 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?
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Trumans Water,
Althea and Donna,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Neu!,
Lungfish,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
X-Ray Spex,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
The Smoke,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.