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 Serbia and from Manchester.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
The Smiths,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
This Heat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gang of Four,
Chris Corsano,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.