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 Fiji 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the funk 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
The Knickerbockers,
cv313,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Sarah Menescal,
X-Ray Spex,
Quando Quango,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.