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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Newcleus to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Underground Resistance,
Carl Craig,
Cheater Slicks,
Colin Newman,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
World's Most,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Angry Samoans,
Aaron Thompson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
The Remains,
Excepter,
MC5,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Crash Course in Science,
JFA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
The Star Department,
X-Ray Spex,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
China Crisis,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.