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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
cv313,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
The J.B.'s,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
F. McDonald,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Max Romeo,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
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.