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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Matthew Halsall to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
The J.B.'s,
Janne Schatter,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Iggy Pop,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Stockholm Monsters,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Warsaw,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Technova,
The Trojans,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eve St. Jones,
Duran Duran,
Mandrill,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Sonic Youth,
The Skatalites,
Eden Ahbez,
The Busters,
Reuben Wilson,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.