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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
T.S.O.L.,
Moby Grape,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Steve Hackett,
Leonard Cohen,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Archie Shepp,
Harmonia,
Rekid,
David Bowie,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Pylon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Joey Negro,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
X-102,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pagans,
Kerri Chandler,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.