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 Madagascar and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Motorama,
Judy Mowatt,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Morten Harket,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills,
Cecil Taylor,
Arcadia,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Almond,
Babytalk,
Brick,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.