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 Bangladesh and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Aural Exciters 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
JFA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Don Cherry,
The Neon Judgement,
The Velvet Underground,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Josef K,
Los Fastidios,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra,
Jandek,
The Tremeloes,
The Martian,
Pole,
Byron Stingily,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barry Ungar,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Green,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
DNA,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Lightning Bolt,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.