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 East Timor and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mars,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Deepchord,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Wells,
Bobby Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Porter Ricks,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
OOIOO,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.