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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
OOIOO,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Fear,
John Holt,
Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sound,
Kurtis Blow,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Dark Day,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Byrd,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Massinfluence,
Adolescents,
The Names,
The Invisible,
Hoover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Schoolly D,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Clear Light,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.