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 Ecuador and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Fatback Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
Tubeway Army,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Oneida,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Letta Mbulu,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.