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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Fortunes,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
The Stooges,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
Bobby Sherman,
Carl Craig,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Monks,
Donny Hathaway,
Motorama,
Reagan Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
The Modern Lovers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.