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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Althea and Donna to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Nik Kershaw,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Janne Schatter,
Fluxion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
The Evens,
Symarip,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Suburban Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bush Tetras,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Count Five,
Sarah Menescal,
Barrington Levy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.