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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Shoche,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
The Gories,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Zero Boys,
T. Rex,
Organ,
ABC,
Rapeman,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Procol Harum,
The Moody Blues,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Qualms,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cymande,
Lindisfarne,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.