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 Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Das Ding,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Altered Images,
Yellowson,
Banda Bassotti,
the Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Byron Stingily,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
The Mojo Men,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joensuu 1685,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.