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 Korea North and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Panda Bear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Wasted Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roxette,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Surgeon,
Sister Nancy,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tom Boy,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
Terry Callier,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Fear,
Roger Hodgson,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker,
Dead Boys,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Scion,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
X-102,
Make Up,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.