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 Switzerland and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Anakelly,
Goldenarms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Raincoats,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aaron Thompson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Roger Hodgson,
PIL,
kango's stein massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rekid,
Tom Boy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.