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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Tres Demented to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
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,
Lungfish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Holt,
Ronan,
The Toasters,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
kango's stein massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Victims,
Judy Mowatt,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
The Monochrome Set,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Pussy Galore,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Simply Red,
Glenn Branca,
Bush Tetras,
The Buckinghams,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.