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 Pakistan and from Cairo.
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 Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Jawbox,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
cv313,
Procol Harum,
Aswad,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cowsills,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
The Victims,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Brand Nubian,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Yaz,
Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Tomorrow,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.