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 Eritrea and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
The Beau Brummels,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Surgeon,
Blake Baxter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Piero Umiliani,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Gories,
Television,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oneida,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.