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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Derrick May to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grey Daturas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Carl Craig,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Pantytec,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Jerry's Kids,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Unwound,
the Association,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kayak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Ornette Coleman,
Das Ding,
The Red Krayola,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bluetip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
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.