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 Mauritius 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rekid to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
Dual Sessions,
Shuggie Otis,
Sparks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Agent Orange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
Moss Icon,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
the Association,
The Names,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Trojans,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Intrusion,
Das Ding,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.