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 Australia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pantaleimon to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Subhumans,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
Maurizio,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radio Birdman,
Anthony Braxton,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
One Last Wish,
Index,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.