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 Tajikistan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
The Fall,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Boredoms,
Can,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
H. Thieme,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
The Searchers,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Bauhaus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Grass Roots,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Index,
Pantytec,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Cluster,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.