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 Burundi and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Minutemen,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Altered Images,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Circle Jerks,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lindisfarne,
Brand Nubian,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
Cheater Slicks,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Goldenarms,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bush Tetras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-101,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oneida,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
New York Dolls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.