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 Rwanda and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 chamberlin 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 Kerrie Biddell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eli Mardock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Accadde A,
Ronnie Foster,
Brand Nubian,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Interpol,
Bad Manners,
Grauzone,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Aswad,
Erykah Badu,
Cameo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jandek,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.