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 Malaysia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scan 7,
Metal Thangz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
Eurythmics,
Anakelly,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Sister Nancy,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Hood,
Freddie Wadling,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Fad Gadget,
Ituana,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.