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 Oman and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 The Mojo Men to the funk 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cowsills,
the Association,
Flipper,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gladiators,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
Can,
Jandek,
X-101,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Motorama,
The Victims,
Negative Approach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra,
The Stooges,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
World's Most,
Wings,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gichy Dan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
MC5,
Amon Düül,
Hot Snakes,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mantronix,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Joe Finger,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.