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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Yusef Lateef,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
Tomorrow,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
The Angels of Light,
The Saints,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rakim,
Jandek,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
AZ,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Pere Ubu,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Faust,
Procol Harum,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
L. Decosne,
The Blackbyrds,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.