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 Senegal and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the grunge 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kas Product,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Tommy Roe,
Dennis Brown,
Easy Going,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
The Golliwogs,
The Move,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Slave,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Bill Near,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Carl Craig,
X-101,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Gong,
The New Christs,
Moss Icon,
Lucky Dragons,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.