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 Norway and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
New York Dolls,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
Thee Headcoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
The Names,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Byron Stingily,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
Darondo,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.