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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The American Breed,
Marvin Gaye,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra,
Desert Stars,
Swell Maps,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Negative Approach,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Little Man,
Jacob Miller,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Todd Terry,
Joyce Sims,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Goldenarms,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.