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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
KRS-One,
The Real Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Basic Channel,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Television,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
La Düsseldorf,
Au Pairs,
The Neon Judgement,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
New Age Steppers,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mojo Men,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jandek,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Loose Ends,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.