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 Niger and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Nils Olav to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Agitation Free,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bauhaus,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Sonic Youth,
the Normal,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Supertramp,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Simply Red,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.