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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
Sällskapet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Rites of Spring,
Donald Byrd,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Bush Tetras,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
The Standells,
U.S. Maple,
Little Man,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Dead Boys,
Lyres,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.