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 Congo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
AZ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
Aaron Thompson,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Lee Hazlewood,
The American Breed,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Marmalade,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Piero Umiliani,
The Zeros,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
Byron Stingily,
Vladislav Delay,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Public Enemy,
Brand Nubian,
Alphaville,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
The Happenings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.