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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra to the rock 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Lindisfarne,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
a-ha,
Black Bananas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sight & Sound,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Don Cherry,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
The Smoke,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie,
Ronnie Foster,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Mars,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.