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 Togo and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Steve Hackett,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Monks,
Hardrive,
LL Cool J,
These Immortal Souls,
Alphaville,
Malaria!,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
Delta 5,
Cybotron,
Agent Orange,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Skarface,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Boz Scaggs,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Wasted Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
The Doors,
Smog,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.