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 Micronesia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Aswad,
Cybotron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Chrome,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barrington Levy,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Neu!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
AZ,
Lalann,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Smog,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.