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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lou Reed 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 Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scratch Acid,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
China Crisis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Stetsasonic,
Magazine,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Glenn Branca,
New York Dolls,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Sam Rivers,
Crime,
ABBA,
Cameo,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Make Up,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.