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 Israel and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Althea and Donna to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Loose Ends,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Knickerbockers,
Sex Pistols,
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
Marine Girls,
JFA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.