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 Slovakia 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 snare 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 Sound to the dance 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Technova,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Skriet,
Groovy Waters,
Patti Smith,
Drexciya,
Bill Near,
OOIOO,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
Nirvana,
Jeff Mills,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
Duran Duran,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.