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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the disco 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work,
Suburban Knight,
Darondo,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott Heron,
Technova,
Deakin,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Jandek,
The Walker Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Morten Harket,
Aloha Tigers,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.