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 Togo 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Sandy B,
The Fuzztones,
Flamin' Groovies,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
The Buckinghams,
Oblivians,
Sun Ra,
The Barracudas,
The Searchers,
Moby Grape,
DNA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Infiniti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.