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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare 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 rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Motions,
MDC,
Oblivians,
OOIOO,
Zero Boys,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moss Icon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
Pussy Galore,
Black Moon,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Marshall Jefferson,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Jacob Miller,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Basic Channel,
Magma,
DNA,
Lower 48,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.