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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Josef K,
Little Man,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
The Monochrome Set,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
Maleditus Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Happenings,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Johnny Clarke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Angry Samoans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lightning Bolt,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Anthony Braxton,
Groovy Waters,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.