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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Angry Samoans to the grunge 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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Visage,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
The Index,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
Adolescents,
Bill Near,
Lalann,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
The Walker Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
K-Klass,
The Associates,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Pussy Galore,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp,
Ohio Players,
Country Teasers,
The Zeros,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.