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 Gabon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Suicide to the crunk 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Index,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Warsaw,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Five Americans,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Unrelated Segments,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Wings,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
Theoretical Girls,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
Man Parrish,
Quando Quango,
Audionom,
The Names,
Nick Fraelich,
Average White Band,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.