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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Lou Reed to the disco 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Quando Quango,
Icehouse,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Grass Roots,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
Marine Girls,
Lyres,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Hardrive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Procol Harum,
Crime,
Patti Smith,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.