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 Kuwait and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Groovy Waters to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skarface,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Reuben Wilson,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
Wire,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flash Fearless,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.