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 Laos and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Donald Fagen 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 Juan Atkins 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Pus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Jimmy McGriff,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.