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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Al Stewart to the grunge 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Blancmange,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soft Machine,
T. Rex,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
Rotary Connection,
Grauzone,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Interpol,
Thee Headcoats,
Joyce Sims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Half Japanese,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Niagra,
Blossom Toes,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.