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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Gastr Del Sol,
Groovy Waters,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
Marc Almond,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
Nick Fraelich,
The Barracudas,
The Modern Lovers,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Harpers Bizarre,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angry Samoans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Adolescents,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Certain Ratio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Ultravox,
Wire,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.