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 Suriname and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
Cybotron,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Funkadelic,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Zero Boys,
Malaria!,
Agent Orange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Skriet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Swans,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
The Flesh Eaters,
Monks,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
The J.B.'s,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.