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 Palau and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Smoke to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Shuggie Otis,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
Jawbox,
Clear Light,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Terry Callier,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Rakim,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Todd Terry,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.