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 Czech Republic and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lungfish,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Roy Ayers,
The Stooges,
China Crisis,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Soul Sonic Force,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Boz Scaggs,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
D'Angelo,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Sexual Harrassment,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Index,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.