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 Australia and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the funk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
In Retrospect,
Harry Pussy,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
The Birthday Party,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Negative Approach,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Dennis Brown,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.