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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Sparks,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
World's Most,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
Interpol,
Scrapy,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ice-T,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
B.T. Express,
Angry Samoans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kurtis Blow,
Donny Hathaway,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
The Kinks,
Mr. Review,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marmalade,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
X-101,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.