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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scrapy,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Skriet,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
CMW,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Camouflage,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television Personalities,
Duran Duran,
Rod Modell,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Gong,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.