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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Stetsasonic 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Cecil Taylor,
Pere Ubu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Offenders,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
the Normal,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Swans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Litter,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Sparks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Stereo Dub,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.