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 Chad 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Todd Terry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Fuzztones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Leaves,
Banda Bassotti,
Fugazi,
The Black Dice,
Arthur Verocai,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Gong,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Half Japanese,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.