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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the dance 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
10cc,
Bill Wells,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Idris Muhammad,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Boz Scaggs,
the Sonics,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Arcadia,
Animal Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Moody Blues,
Alice Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Index,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.