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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
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 808 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Barry Ungar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Skriet,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Anthony Braxton,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
Q65,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Max Romeo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barrington Levy,
Half Japanese,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.