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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Monks,
John Foxx,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Television,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
The Names,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
The Cowsills,
Second Layer,
Surgeon,
The Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
Qualms,
Skriet,
The Stooges,
Lower 48,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.