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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
JFA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gladiators,
OOIOO,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
the Normal,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.