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 Beijing.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the rap 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Avey Tare,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Warren Ellis,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nils Olav,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Camouflage,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Cluster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Scientists,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Bootsy Collins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.