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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Quadrant to the grunge 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Motions,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
The Red Krayola,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Howard Jones,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
Scrapy,
Lou Christie,
The Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Pus,
The Selecter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.