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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Stereo Dub,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
The Slackers,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Avey Tare,
Roxette,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.