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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Aloha Tigers to the electroclash 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tres Demented,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Livin' Joy,
The Standells,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
The Young Rascals,
Kas Product,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Urselle,
Quadrant,
The Busters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Liliput,
The Zeros,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Funkadelic,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Christie,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.