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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Amazonics to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mummies,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Fraelich,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Warren Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Technova,
Drexciya,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
In Retrospect,
Slave,
Kas Product,
The Move,
X-102,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nas,
Barbara Tucker,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Colin Newman,
The Toasters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
New Order,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.