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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 New York Dolls to the crunk 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Lou Reed,
Dave Gahan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick May,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Glenn Branca,
Gang Green,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Goldenarms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
ABC,
Television Personalities,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.