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 China and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Leaves,
Bootsy Collins,
Albert Ayler,
Can,
The Associates,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Das Ding,
The Buckinghams,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
The Motions,
Radio Birdman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ohio Players,
John Cale,
Slave,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Andrew Hill,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Loose Ends,
Skarface,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Cecil Taylor,
Fear,
Blake Baxter,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.