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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro 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 chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Graham Central Station,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Joe Finger,
DNA,
Ice-T,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Residents,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
The Slits,
The Index,
John Coltrane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Lower 48,
Junior Murvin,
Prince Buster,
Von Mondo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Slave,
The Doors,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
World's Most,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy Collins,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.