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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Symarip,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Infiniti,
Cal Tjader,
The Moody Blues,
Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Derrick May,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Tommy Roe,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Mark Hollis,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
The United States of America,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Starr,
Wire,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.