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 Pakistan 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Negative Approach,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pantytec,
Rakim,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Sheep,
Rhythm & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
This Heat,
Andrew Hill,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.