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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Negative Approach,
Marmalade,
Angry Samoans,
John Lydon,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Byron Stingily,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Slave,
Harry Pussy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.