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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
ABC,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Blossom Toes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Kool Moe Dee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visage,
Anakelly,
PIL,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.