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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Inner City to the rap 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Motorama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Monochrome Set,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
Sonic Youth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Faraquet,
Bill Near,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
the Slits,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Ohio Players,
Fad Gadget,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Angels of Light,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.