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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Smog,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
Eli Mardock,
Pere Ubu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
The Victims,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Unwound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Bar-Kays,
Popol Vuh,
The Misunderstood,
Ituana,
Sister Nancy,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Anthony Braxton,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.