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 Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oblivians,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Maurizio,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Panda Bear,
Arcadia,
The Monks,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
AZ,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
B.T. Express,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.