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 Grenada and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Jerry's Kids to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Deadbeat,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Buckinghams,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
Ice-T,
Wolf Eyes,
kango's stein massive,
Rakim,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mo-Dettes,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Leaves,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
The Smoke,
Patti Smith,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ludus,
Subhumans,
Bill Near,
Flash Fearless,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.