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 Rwanda and from Philadelphia.
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 Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
The Count Five,
Rites of Spring,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
Eric Copeland,
Country Teasers,
Al Stewart,
Scott Walker,
UT,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ossler,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Deadbeat,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.