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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Davy DMX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
Rufus Thomas,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Wings,
The Gories,
Trumans Water,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Pole,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sex Pistols,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Television,
The Human League,
MC5,
Thee Headcoats,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pierre Henry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Hardrive,
Jeff Mills,
Soul Sonic Force,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
David Axelrod,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minor Threat,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.