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 Hungary and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Crime,
Arab on Radar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bob Dylan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Kinks,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
ABC,
Yellowson,
UT,
Q and Not U,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Stiv Bators,
Y Pants,
The Remains,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Barracudas,
Maurizio,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Pagans,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.