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 Romania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Tim Buckley,
Crime,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Jandek,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Busters,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Crash Course in Science,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The Slackers,
Josef K,
Malaria!,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
The Slits,
The Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soft Cell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Icehouse,
The Walker Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Outsiders,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Vainqueur,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.