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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Steve Hackett to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Young Marble Giants,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
Nico,
Jandek,
Scrapy,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
The Cramps,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kayak,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Pantytec,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Mars,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.