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 Malawi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Captain Beefheart 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 X-Ray Spex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Names,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
Little Man,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wings,
Masters at Work,
John Holt,
Chris Corsano,
Magma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
Bootsy Collins,
Gong,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Bad Manners,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
E-Dancer,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.