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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Khruangbin to the rock 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
X-102,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Sherman,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
the Slits,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Alison Limerick,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
B.T. Express,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soft Cell,
F. McDonald,
Drexciya,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.