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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
Monks,
Magma,
LL Cool J,
The Durutti Column,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Aloha Tigers,
Tubeway Army,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Victims,
Public Enemy,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
Cymande,
Newcleus,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soulsonic Force,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.