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 Nauru and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 dance 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Gang of Four,
Fat Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Goldenarms,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
Excepter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sällskapet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
The Fall,
Icehouse,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.