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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Motorama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rod Modell,
Kaleidoscope,
Buzzcocks,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Brass Construction,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust,
Dennis Brown,
Mary Jane Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
Magma,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
The United States of America,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.