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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Rufus Thomas to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Rakim,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Bronski Beat,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Y Pants,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Heaven 17,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.