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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Babytalk,
Q and Not U,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bad Manners,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Anakelly,
The Durutti Column,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Soft Cell,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeff Lynne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Angels of Light,
Deadbeat,
Iggy Pop,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brothers Johnson,
Donny Hathaway,
Cheater Slicks,
Howard Jones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.