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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Manila.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure 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 crunk 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nirvana,
Inner City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Eli Mardock,
June of 44,
Maurizio,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
Bootsy Collins,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Jacob Miller,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Au Pairs,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Masters at Work,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.