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 Seychelles 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
Moebius,
Lalo Schifrin,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
JFA,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
The Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Motorama,
Fear,
AZ,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Stetsasonic,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Sun City Girls,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.