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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minnie Riperton,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Sneak,
DNA,
Average White Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Dark Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Aaron Thompson,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Lou Reed,
Vladislav Delay,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
kango's stein massive,
Visage,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Scientists,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Supertramp,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.