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 Barbados and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Severed Heads to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Associates,
Nas,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Vladislav Delay,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
The Vogues,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brick,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Eden Ahbez,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
The Monochrome Set,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
The Gun Club,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gap Band,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
The Mummies,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.