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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the grunge 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Moby Grape,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
James White and The Blacks,
Anakelly,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Rapeman,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Fugazi,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
PIL,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Excepter,
Dawn Penn,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.