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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pussy Galore to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liliput,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jacob Miller,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
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Carl Craig,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
Unrelated Segments,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Cybotron,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Camouflage,
Scion,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Fugs,
Inner City,
The Busters,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brass Construction,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.