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 Iran and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fire Engines to the jazz 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eve St. Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Sherman,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Faust,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Con Funk Shun,
The Music Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.