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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the funk 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Cowsills,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
Agent Orange,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Accadde A,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Tremeloes,
The Angels of Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
10cc,
The Techniques,
Drexciya,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Fluxion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Royal Trux,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.