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 Malta and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Cal Tjader,
Scratch Acid,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Trumans Water,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Main Source,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kenny Larkin,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Skarface,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Standells,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.