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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Ten City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
Colin Newman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
PIL,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
One Last Wish,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Wake,
The Golliwogs,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Urselle,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.