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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Albert Ayler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Groovy Waters,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Suicide,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Fluxion,
Peter & Gordon,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
The United States of America,
Byron Stingily,
Moss Icon,
Brick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
In Retrospect,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Con Funk Shun,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.