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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Yaz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Can,
The Slackers,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Axelrod,
Eric Copeland,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
B.T. Express,
The Durutti Column,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.