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 Botswana and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 guitar 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 Faraquet to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Hood,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
kango's stein massive,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Japan,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Gabor Szabo,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Minutemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Neu!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Litter,
Erasure,
Dawn Penn,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Alice Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Ludus,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.