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 Cameroon and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Blancmange to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Easy Going,
Faust,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
The Associates,
The United States of America,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Gichy Dan,
The Toasters,
The Velvet Underground,
the Soft Cell,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Hot Snakes,
Massinfluence,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
One Last Wish,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
The Red Krayola,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
The J.B.'s,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fortunes,
Jacob Miller,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.