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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bill Wells,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cecil Taylor,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Technova,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skaos,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Rod Modell,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Althea and Donna,
JFA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marcia Griffiths,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kevin Saunderson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
UT,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gong,
The Martian,
Black Bananas,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
In Retrospect,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tommy Roe,
Scion,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.