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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Cramps to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter and Kerry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
Blossom Toes,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sex Pistols,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fela Kuti,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
Roxette,
Echospace,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Stereo Dub,
Japan,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.