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 Benin and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Michelle Simonal,
Metal Thangz,
Mandrill,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
One Last Wish,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Rufus Thomas,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
The Doors,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Kenny Larkin,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Slick Rick,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.