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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Steve Hackett to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
The Moody Blues,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Faraquet,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nation of Ulysses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cramps,
JFA,
The Slits,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
the Association,
T. Rex,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
The Alarm Clocks,
Infiniti,
Sight & Sound,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.