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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the disco 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Black Dice,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
Reuben Wilson,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Prince Buster,
Camouflage,
Ice-T,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zero Boys,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.