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 Estonia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Animal Collective,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Cecil Taylor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
Simply Red,
Funkadelic,
Severed Heads,
Echospace,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
10cc,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Fad Gadget,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Carl Craig,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.