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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 KRS-One to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Robert Görl,
Faraquet,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
The Doors,
The Litter,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Vainqueur,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Boredoms,
Visage,
The Searchers,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
The Pretty Things,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fortunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Harry Pussy,
The Buckinghams,
Q and Not U,
Erykah Badu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.