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 Djibouti and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rap 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mojo Men,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
The Busters,
Con Funk Shun,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Shuggie Otis,
The Pop Group,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Flipper,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Birthday Party,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.