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 Chile and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Toasters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
Hoover,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
The Fuzztones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
Unrelated Segments,
UT,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Happenings,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Eli Mardock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.