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 Netherlands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Aswad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
The Residents,
Qualms,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Arcadia,
Lungfish,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Slave,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Prince Buster,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
L. Decosne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.