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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Massinfluence,
Stiv Bators,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
Ituana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Television,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Swans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Underground Resistance,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Camberwell Now,
The Modern Lovers,
Depeche Mode,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.