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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Panda Bear,
June Days,
Michelle Simonal,
Letta Mbulu,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Tommy Roe,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Crispian St. Peters,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Robert Wyatt,
Robert Hood,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Index,
the Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
Wolf Eyes,
Circle Jerks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
KRS-One,
Scion,
Bad Manners,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arcadia,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Visage,
Eve St. Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.