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 Jordan and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
Shoche,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rod Modell,
Joy Division,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
Fad Gadget,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Q65,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Magazine,
Boz Scaggs,
Royal Trux,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.