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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Lou Reed 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 Brand Nubian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
John Coltrane,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gap Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oneida,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Supertramp,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Suburban Knight,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Neil Young,
Technova,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.