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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Drexciya to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Zeros,
Bill Wells,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
New York Dolls,
Groovy Waters,
Fela Kuti,
The Grass Roots,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Maurizio,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Yaz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Boogie Down Productions,
Metal Thangz,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Easy Going,
Basic Channel,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.