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 Paraguay and from Salvador.
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 Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Young Rascals,
Pussy Galore,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
The Last Poets,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
CMW,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Hardrive,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Gang Dance,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Radiohead,
Amon Düül,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
La Düsseldorf,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Qualms,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Subhumans,
The Trojans,
Darondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.