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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Outsiders,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
the Association,
Tim Buckley,
The United States of America,
Q and Not U,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.