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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Scientists,
Gong,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
The Real Kids,
Bad Manners,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Wally Richardson,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Thompson Twins,
The Standells,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Associates,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
The Cramps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.