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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Searchers,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Joensuu 1685,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronnie Foster,
Animal Collective,
Skriet,
Japan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arthur Verocai,
Soft Machine,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lower 48,
Robert Wyatt,
Y Pants,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.