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 Mexico and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Gastr Del Sol to the funk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Deepchord,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Fugazi,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
The Neon Judgement,
Scientists,
Visage,
The Velvet Underground,
Suicide,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Archie Shepp,
Saccharine Trust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Alison Limerick,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Von Mondo,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rosa Yemen,
Hoover,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.