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 St Lucia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum 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 David Axelrod to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and an oboe 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
In Retrospect,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scientists,
Urselle,
Alison Limerick,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
K-Klass,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
Fugazi,
Organ,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
The Cure,
T.S.O.L.,
Marmalade,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
The Barracudas,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-Ray Spex,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.