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 Serbia and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Slackers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Popol Vuh,
Kurtis Blow,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tom Boy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Audionom,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Camouflage,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.