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 Djibouti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
In Retrospect,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Saccharine Trust,
Heaven 17,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fugazi,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
The Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.