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 Spain and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jacob Miller to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
DJ Style,
Gong,
The Modern Lovers,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nico,
Boz Scaggs,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Rekid,
Urselle,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
EPMD,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Crispy Ambulance,
Japan,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rod Modell,
The Knickerbockers,
Flash Fearless,
The Golliwogs,
Skriet,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Association,
Circle Jerks,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.