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 Niger and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
X-101,
The New Christs,
Jandek,
MDC,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
Crispian St. Peters,
AZ,
Bill Near,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Mad Mike,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
Wire,
The Monks,
The Angels of Light,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
JFA,
Connie Case,
PIL,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alton Ellis,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dead C,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.