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 Slovenia and from Manchester.
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 Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Germs,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
June Days,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Icehouse,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantaleimon,
Ice-T,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Pole,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Clear Light,
Gang of Four,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
K-Klass,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Inner City,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.