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 Turkmenistan and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kenny Larkin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magazine,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
the Association,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Visage,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric B and Rakim,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The Slackers,
Neu!,
Essential Logic,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
The Associates,
Prince Buster,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
E-Dancer,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
These Immortal Souls,
Khruangbin,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.