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 Niger and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Warsaw to the disco 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Adolescents,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Rotary Connection,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Crash Course in Science,
The Toasters,
UT,
Altered Images,
The Golliwogs,
Suicide,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.