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 Samoa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flash Fearless to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pole,
Make Up,
David Axelrod,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barrington Levy,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Terry,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Cramps,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Fear,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Moss Icon,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.