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 Laos and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 E-Dancer to the electroclash 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
The Flesh Eaters,
Qualms,
New York Dolls,
cv313,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Alphaville,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
R.M.O.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick May,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxy Music,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Sheep,
The Cowsills,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.