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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gong to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Supertramp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Television,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
the Slits,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Technova,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ice-T,
Pharoah Sanders,
T.S.O.L.,
Drexciya,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Kurtis Blow,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Faust,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chrome,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.