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 Belgium and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Monochrome Set,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Nas,
Mantronix,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Detroit Cobras,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
Y Pants,
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
The Divine Comedy,
Zapp,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Toasters,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
Tommy Roe,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Pantaleimon,
Model 500,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agent Orange,
Kas Product,
B.T. Express,
Cal Tjader,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.