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 Finland and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ituana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boz Scaggs,
Pantaleimon,
Zapp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
The Motions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Human League,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oneida,
Barbara Tucker,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Pantytec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.