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 Dominica and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
X-102,
Sugar Minott,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Skatalites,
In Retrospect,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker,
The Misunderstood,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
DJ Sneak,
Soul II Soul,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rapeman,
The Gap Band,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Royal Trux,
Average White Band,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.