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 Zambia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Blake Baxter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Litter,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
Scan 7,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Icehouse,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Niagra,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.