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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Lucky Dragons to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
New Age Steppers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Mars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Smog,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dawn Penn,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Oblivians,
Connie Case,
Animal Collective,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Young Rascals,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Liliput,
The Move,
UT,
Erykah Badu,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.