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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Amazonics to the rap 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron 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 a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Grauzone,
Amazonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Severed Heads,
Bizarre Inc.,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
Franke,
Moebius,
Pierre Henry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
The Associates,
Surgeon,
Unrelated Segments,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monolake,
Skarface,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
The Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris Corsano,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.