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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '50s 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 kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
Nas,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Scrapy,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deadbeat,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Easy Going,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.