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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb 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 spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
EPMD,
Roxette,
PIL,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Josef K,
Boredoms,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Lynne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Lucky Dragons,
Hashim,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Magazine,
Rotary Connection,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bad Manners,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Fugazi,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Stetsasonic,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.