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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Jacques Brel,
Dark Day,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Gabor Szabo,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Kas Product,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Lyres,
Television Personalities,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Wally Richardson,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Cymande,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Thee Headcoats,
The Saints,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Monks,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.