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 Tuvalu and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Warren Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zero Boys,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ten City,
The Evens,
Pantaleimon,
Interpol,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
Buzzcocks,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Rites of Spring,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fatback Band,
Siglo XX,
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Leaves,
Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.