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 Malta and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Rotary Connection to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
the Bar-Kays,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bronski Beat,
Crooked Eye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Ronan,
DJ Style,
Symarip,
ABBA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magazine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
D'Angelo,
Ludus,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.