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 Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
Theoretical Girls,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Magma,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Wings,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bluetip,
10cc,
The Cure,
Scratch Acid,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Scion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agitation Free,
Hashim,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spandau Ballet,
Depeche Mode,
The Count Five,
Deepchord,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.