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 El Salvador and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Glenn Branca,
Michelle Simonal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
Newcleus,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
The Invisible,
Pole,
Scan 7,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Slave,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
X-101,
10cc,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.