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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Stooges,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sparks,
Yellowson,
Basic Channel,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Yaz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
The Mummies,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Jacob Miller,
Second Layer,
Cameo,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Lucky Dragons,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.