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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Monks,
Skarface,
Magma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Fugazi,
New York Dolls,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Anthony Braxton,
The Birthday Party,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
Infiniti,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.