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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grandmaster Flash to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Ken Boothe,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Jawbox,
PIL,
Soul II Soul,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Inner City,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kurtis Blow,
Wasted Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Duran Duran,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Index,
The Blues Magoos,
the Human League,
Wings,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.