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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Martian to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Fuzztones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Litter,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sound,
Ronan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
the Association,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flipper,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Bluetip,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
Gichy Dan,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.