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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Monks,
The Wake,
Crash Course in Science,
Colin Newman,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Magma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
The Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
the Slits,
Funkadelic,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Section 25,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Smog,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suicide,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Boz Scaggs,
L. Decosne,
The Zeros,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.