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 Tonga and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the rap 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Subhumans,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Simply Red,
The Birthday Party,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Eddi Front,
Freddie Wadling,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Bananas,
Fear,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Charles Mingus,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Last Poets,
Hoover,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rekid,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.