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 Egypt and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Jawbox,
The Zeros,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
ABC,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
PIL,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Mission of Burma,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonic Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
Supertramp,
The Divine Comedy,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.