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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Quantec to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
PIL,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
L. Decosne,
Sandy B,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Davy DMX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
Magma,
Visage,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
OOIOO,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.