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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Anthony Braxton,
Pantytec,
The Kinks,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Joe Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
ABC,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Wolf Eyes,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Smog,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Swans,
Roger Hodgson,
Donny Hathaway,
The Trojans,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
The Smiths,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Brand Nubian,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.