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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 MC5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Fear,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heaven 17,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
Procol Harum,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Make Up,
Aural Exciters,
Surgeon,
Skaos,
June of 44,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Clear Light,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Howard Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
Crooked Eye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry's Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.