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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
The Gories,
Iggy Pop,
Panda Bear,
Rites of Spring,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Hashim,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Pussy Galore,
Joey Negro,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Kenny Larkin,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
The Fire Engines,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
The Offenders,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.