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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
ABC,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Funky Four + One,
Shuggie Otis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Joy Division,
Electric Prunes,
Todd Terry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
a-ha,
The Angels of Light,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.