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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
David Bowie,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül II,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Pole,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Yaz,
Leonard Cohen,
Rapeman,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
MC5,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Severed Heads,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
Gong,
Bush Tetras,
Qualms,
CMW,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Absolute Body Control,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
The Saints,
Stereo Dub,
Underground Resistance,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.