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 Slovakia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Darondo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Black Moon,
Lou Christie,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
Deadbeat,
Jandek,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
The Doors,
Excepter,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Ossler,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Ice-T,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Nas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ornette Coleman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.