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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Inner City,
Television,
Main Source,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Mars,
The Evens,
UT,
Joyce Sims,
The Music Machine,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Throbbing Gristle,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Hardrive,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.