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 Dominica and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Buzzcocks,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Royal Trux,
Deakin,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Guru Guru,
Reuben Wilson,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marmalade,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spoonie Gee,
Babytalk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
Slave,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Shoche,
Gabor Szabo,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minutemen,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.