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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Skaos to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Animal Collective,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Rosa Yemen,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Ralphi Rosario,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
Harmonia,
Swans,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Barclay James Harvest,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Junior Murvin,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Y Pants,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Q and Not U,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joyce Sims,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Warsaw,
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.