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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barracudas to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
Donny Hathaway,
Chrome,
Newcleus,
Hot Snakes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Lungfish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
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.