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 Togo and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Associates to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet 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 a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Remains,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Rakim,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Subhumans,
Reuben Wilson,
Anakelly,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alison Limerick,
Howard Jones,
Crime,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.