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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kaleidoscope to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs 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?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Chrome,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
The Toasters,
Donald Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiohead,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.