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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Slits,
Visage,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Bluetip,
FM Einheit,
The Monochrome Set,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Junior Murvin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Das Ding,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
Popol Vuh,
Con Funk Shun,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
Slave,
Deadbeat,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pole,
Kayak,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.