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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal,
Pierre Henry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Lucky Dragons,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monks,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Talk Talk,
Robert Hood,
Lyres,
Skarface,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
Ten City,
Slave,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Suburban Knight,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Royal Trux,
Reagan Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Scrapy,
The Searchers,
The Fugs,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Rekid,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
The Music Machine,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.