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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Peter and Kerry to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gichy Dan,
Shoche,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Smoke,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.