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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Neil Young,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Quando Quango,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
The Durutti Column,
Wire,
Bauhaus,
Ultravox,
MC5,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Hasil Adkins,
Loose Ends,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Cymande,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Yusef Lateef,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
KRS-One,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Motorama,
Index,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.