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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the grime 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Albert Ayler,
Skriet,
48th St. Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans,
The Standells,
the Association,
cv313,
Nico,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
The Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warsaw,
Nirvana,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.