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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Khruangbin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
MC5,
LL Cool J,
Derrick May,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
10cc,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crime,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
The Gun Club,
Stiv Bators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Alton Ellis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Byron Stingily,
FM Einheit,
Bluetip,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.