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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Desert Stars to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
Laurel Aitken,
Kurtis Blow,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
The Count Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barrington Levy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Hood,
Depeche Mode,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blake Baxter,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.