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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gories,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-101,
Eric B and Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
Popol Vuh,
Nico,
Zapp,
AZ,
Outsiders,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.