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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Symarip,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The United States of America,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Alison Limerick,
Faust,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Kas Product,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hot Snakes,
the Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
Terrestrial Tones,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Swans,
Buzzcocks,
Au Pairs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kaleidoscope,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Porter Ricks,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.