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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Funkadelic,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Joe Smooth,
Agent Orange,
Leonard Cohen,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Rod Modell,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Stetsasonic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
the Bar-Kays,
The Beau Brummels,
In Retrospect,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slave,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sixth Finger,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxy Music,
Eddi Front,
Wally Richardson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.