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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Cheater Slicks to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Cal Tjader,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Vainqueur,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minnie Riperton,
DNA,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kenny Larkin,
Panda Bear,
Ronnie Foster,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Happenings,
Camouflage,
OOIOO,
Oneida,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MC5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Black Flag,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moby Grape,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scratch Acid,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.