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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brass Construction,
Boz Scaggs,
Hoover,
The Skatalites,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Magazine,
Royal Trux,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Real Kids,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Echospace,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Rapeman,
Little Man,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lower 48,
Bush Tetras,
The Remains,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
Sight & Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.