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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
A Certain Ratio,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
cv313,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Echospace,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Pole,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Blake Baxter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Crooked Eye,
The Remains,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.