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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The Doobie Brothers to the dance 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
The Gladiators,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Remains,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Al Stewart,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Moebius,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.