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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Leaves,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smiths,
PIL,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Dual Sessions,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
Urselle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Association,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Little Man,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.