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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visage,
Jandek,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
MC5,
Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Ossler,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lakeside,
CMW,
New York Dolls,
Nils Olav,
Dave Gahan,
The Neon Judgement,
Scion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lebanon Hanover,
Banda Bassotti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Sarah Menescal,
Skarface,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.