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 Belarus and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ludus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hasil Adkins,
The Happenings,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Arthur Verocai,
ABBA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
The Invisible,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
T. Rex,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Starr,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.