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 France and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Clear Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Reagan Youth,
10cc,
Organ,
Skaos,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
The New Christs,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Todd Terry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lower 48,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.