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 Peru and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Gong,
Fear,
Average White Band,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Derrick Morgan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
Todd Terry,
Suburban Knight,
The Saints,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Roxy Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.