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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Gong,
Section 25,
Easy Going,
Infiniti,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Magma,
Flipper,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slick Rick,
Leonard Cohen,
the Sonics,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Tropical Tobacco,
U.S. Maple,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blackbyrds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
48th St. Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.