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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Mr. Review to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 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 guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
Laurel Aitken,
Boredoms,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Glenn Branca,
Maurizio,
Peter and Kerry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Saints,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Pere Ubu,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Divine Comedy,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
Model 500,
Idris Muhammad,
Aural Exciters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.