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 Belgium and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Motorama,
Can,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Hasil Adkins,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Near,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dennis Brown,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.