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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Popol Vuh to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
the Slits,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Young Rascals,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
Inner City,
The Birthday Party,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minnie Riperton,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Mills,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.