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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Joey Negro to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Anthony Braxton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Last Poets,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Archie Shepp,
Yaz,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
New Order,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Panda Bear,
Parry Music,
PIL,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Japan,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lyres,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.