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 Marshall Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Radiohead to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Electric Prunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Fad Gadget,
Inner City,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
a-ha,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
10cc,
The Star Department,
The Wake,
Dawn Penn,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
H. Thieme,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
The Buckinghams,
The Red Krayola,
The New Christs,
Clear Light,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.