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 Uganda and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flash Fearless,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
DJ Sneak,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
June Days,
MC5,
Hoover,
Marmalade,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
The Neon Judgement,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Starr,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang of Four,
Angry Samoans,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Max Romeo,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.