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 Antigua and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Liliput,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Starr,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Bauhaus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Simply Red,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Desert Stars,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.