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 Senegal and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anakelly,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Christie,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Al Stewart,
Fugazi,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stetsasonic,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantytec,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalann,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Dolphy,
Ornette Coleman,
Q65,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
MDC,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radio Birdman,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Newcleus,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.