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 Czech Republic and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 The Motions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Scion,
K-Klass,
A Certain Ratio,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
Marcia Griffiths,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Birthday Party,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Organ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Amazonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.