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 Belgium and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Marc Almond,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sight & Sound,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Görl,
the Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
48th St. Collective,
Ronan,
Shoche,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
The Martian,
Bang On A Can,
Joe Finger,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echospace,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
The Cowsills,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Toni Rubio,
Q and Not U,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.