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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron 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 linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
New Order,
Rod Modell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The New Christs,
The Residents,
Niagra,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magazine,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül II,
Mark Hollis,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Lightning Bolt,
Howard Jones,
The Victims,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Vainqueur,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
E-Dancer,
Icehouse,
U.S. Maple,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Joy Division,
Godley & Creme,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.