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 Uganda and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxette,
Half Japanese,
Gastr Del Sol,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Byrd,
The Motions,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Dawn Penn,
The Zeros,
The Barracudas,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.