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 Iraq and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Section 25 to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Albert Ayler,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Dawn Penn,
Gichy Dan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Clear Light,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pagans,
Mission of Burma,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
ABBA,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scratch Acid,
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.