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 Algeria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Q65 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
DNA,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
10cc,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Sex Pistols,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Lydon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
The Sonics,
John Foxx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
Bad Manners,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Pop Group,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Remains,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.