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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Susan Cadogan,
Aaron Thompson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Lalann,
The Standells,
The United States of America,
Schoolly D,
T. Rex,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sugar Minott,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Make Up,
Ituana,
Pussy Galore,
Surgeon,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
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.