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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wings to the funk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Procol Harum,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Erasure,
The Grass Roots,
a-ha,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sarah Menescal,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Spandau Ballet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
Severed Heads,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Beasts of Bourbon,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.