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 Honduras and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Ohio Players,
Minnie Riperton,
Altered Images,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Subhumans,
One Last Wish,
Suburban Knight,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
the Sonics,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Black Pus,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
Hashim,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.