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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Pole,
Babytalk,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Monochrome Set,
Kurtis Blow,
Severed Heads,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
Donald Byrd,
The Star Department,
Aloha Tigers,
Spoonie Gee,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rites of Spring,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
La Düsseldorf,
R.M.O.,
Ludus,
Tommy Roe,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Glenn Branca,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.