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 Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb 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 Ossler to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Audionom,
Unrelated Segments,
kango's stein massive,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
The Raincoats,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
The United States of America,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Y Pants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Graham Central Station,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.