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 Dominican Republic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
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 snare 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 Lungfish to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
ABC,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
The Mummies,
Franke,
The Associates,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Faraquet,
The Doors,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Erykah Badu,
Index,
Interpol,
ABBA,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
cv313,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
B.T. Express,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.