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 Malaysia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Jeff Mills to the grime 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Doobie Brothers,
Altered Images,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
a-ha,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
kango's stein massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Shoche,
Qualms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
the Human League,
The Motions,
The Mummies,
Unrelated Segments,
Can,
Minutemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
Ronan,
The Cramps,
Sister Nancy,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Alice Coltrane,
Arcadia,
F. McDonald,
Porter Ricks,
E-Dancer,
These Immortal Souls,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ten City,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.