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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
The Techniques,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
The Names,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Subhumans,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Jawbox,
Delta 5,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sound Behaviour,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visage,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.