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 Latvia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Reuben Wilson,
The Leaves,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Icehouse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delta 5,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonic Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Franke,
Bluetip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.