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 Albania and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
The Martian,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grey Daturas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Public Enemy,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Lebanon Hanover,
Monks,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eve St. Jones,
The J.B.'s,
Sixth Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Pussy Galore,
The Evens,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
The Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.