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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 rock 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Metal Thangz,
Lindisfarne,
Graham Central Station,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
Gichy Dan,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Deepchord,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
The Busters,
Little Man,
Oblivians,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
JFA,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Public Enemy,
Minny Pops,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
OOIOO,
Excepter,
The Standells,
Television,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dual Sessions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.