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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 Essential Logic 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
The Human League,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
The Fuzztones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Sparks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
The Gories,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Kaleidoscope,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Joy Division,
Sixth Finger,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.