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 Kenya and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gap Band,
Q and Not U,
Das Ding,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Bourne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Loose Ends,
cv313,
MC5,
Marc Almond,
Gregory Isaacs,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Brick,
Excepter,
Adolescents,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Move,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minutemen,
MDC,
the Sonics,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
New Age Steppers,
Sam Rivers,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.