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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mission of Burma to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
The Happenings,
The Last Poets,
Bluetip,
Crooked Eye,
Sam Rivers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Cluster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Lakeside,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Livin' Joy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Moon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Star Department,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.