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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Faraquet to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare,
Quadrant,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
Delta 5,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Parry Music,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Average White Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
KRS-One,
The Saints,
The Barracudas,
Ultra Naté,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.