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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Gil Scott Heron,
Model 500,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lungfish,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Crooked Eye,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
The Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lakeside,
Davy DMX,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Howard Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Country Teasers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.