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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dirtbombs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Desert Stars,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Basic Channel,
The Misunderstood,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Magazine,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Robert Wyatt,
The Moleskins,
Ponytail,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Bananas,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.