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 Yemen and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The Golliwogs to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The United States of America,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
Joyce Sims,
Desert Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
Boogie Down Productions,
Banda Bassotti,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Hashim,
Sexual Harrassment,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
a-ha,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Trumans Water,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
Gong,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.