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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cowsills,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Spandau Ballet,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Machine,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Ossler,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Drexciya,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Gabor Szabo,
Cymande,
Index,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.