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 Congo 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Don Cherry to the electroclash 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Royal Trux,
Infiniti,
the Normal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Ornette Coleman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
ABC,
The Five Americans,
Alphaville,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cure,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rekid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.