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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the disco 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Man Parrish,
Sparks,
Mars,
X-102,
Jandek,
Deepchord,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Easy Going,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
Joyce Sims,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Lungfish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Bar-Kays,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
Procol Harum,
Marine Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Moon,
The New Christs,
Guru Guru,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Talk Talk,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.