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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Fortunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
The Slits,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
The American Breed,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Pere Ubu,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.