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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Ludus,
Desert Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sun Ra,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Pagans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
A Certain Ratio,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Mr. Review,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
Half Japanese,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Pus,
Make Up,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Hoover,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
UT,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.