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 Bhutan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Average White Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Andrew Hill,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Reuben Wilson,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Qualms,
Hot Snakes,
the Human League,
Visage,
John Holt,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
The Mummies,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fugs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.