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 Ireland and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Rufus Thomas,
Max Romeo,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Brick,
Suicide,
The Dead C,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Flag,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Moby Grape,
Alton Ellis,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter and Kerry,
Darondo,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
New Order,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.