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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Unwound,
Oneida,
Rod Modell,
Young Marble Giants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
The Vogues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
John Holt,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.