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 Rwanda and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
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 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 The Victims to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
This Heat,
Loose Ends,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Tomorrow,
The Gories,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Yaz,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Motions,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Dawn Penn,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Jandek,
Stetsasonic,
Country Teasers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Magma,
Interpol,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Eddi Front,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
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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.