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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the techno 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The Evens,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronnie Foster,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ten City,
Supertramp,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Barrington Levy,
The Doors,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.