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 Philippines and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Misunderstood,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Ituana,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Masters at Work,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Niagra,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Warren Ellis,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.