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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sight & Sound,
Echospace,
Gong,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
John Foxx,
the Swans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Neu!,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Scratch Acid,
Surgeon,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
48th St. Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Fluxion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Avey Tare,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Roger Hodgson,
The Count Five,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.