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 Angola and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
The Litter,
The Selecter,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Animal Collective,
Scratch Acid,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
D'Angelo,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.