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 Algeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
Man Parrish,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
The Star Department,
Skaos,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
U.S. Maple,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers,
a-ha,
Shuggie Otis,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
June of 44,
The Martian,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Mr. Review,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.