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 Romania and from Winnipeg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 F. McDonald to the grunge 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Avey Tare,
cv313,
Peter & Gordon,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
Ossler,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Black Sheep,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.