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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 CMW 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
David Axelrod,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Ornette Coleman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker,
the Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
The Wake,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Shuggie Otis,
The Remains,
Cal Tjader,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Mantronix,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Al Stewart,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.