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 Colombia and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Niagra,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
CMW,
The Skatalites,
Television,
AZ,
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
Bad Manners,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.