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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 Nile Rodgers 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 Panda Bear to the funk 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Angry Samoans,
Grey Daturas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glenn Branca,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Whodini,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Massinfluence,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Ornette Coleman,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
The Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
The Dirtbombs,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.