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 Rwanda and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Bill Wells,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
David McCallum,
The Music Machine,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Siglo XX,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Pylon,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Black Moon,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Motorama,
Electric Prunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.