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 Oman and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron 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 Panda Bear to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Sonny Sharrock,
EPMD,
Silicon Teens,
The Blues Magoos,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jandek,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott Heron,
Make Up,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Deakin,
The Mummies,
The Martian,
Drive Like Jehu,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
June Days,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sly & The Family Stone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brass Construction,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bush Tetras,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fugs,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.