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 Togo and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Edmonton and Lille.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Easy Going to the rap 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Sherman,
Juan Atkins,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Ludus,
Roxette,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
The Black Dice,
The Cramps,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Aloha Tigers,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Neon Judgement,
Thompson Twins,
Al Stewart,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Severed Heads,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
The Doors,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.