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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scrapy to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Boredoms,
Guru Guru,
Sam Rivers,
Ken Boothe,
Jeru the Damaja,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABBA,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
Q65,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Subhumans,
Half Japanese,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Ice-T,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Count Five,
Sixth Finger,
Accadde A,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.