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 Thailand and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Nico 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Pop Group,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
the Germs,
Slave,
10cc,
Fluxion,
Porter Ricks,
Scrapy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
The Searchers,
The Mojo Men,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Donald Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
New York Dolls,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Adolescents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
Nas,
The Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.