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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Toasters to the jazz 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
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,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Juan Atkins,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camouflage,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oblivians,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Au Pairs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
The Sonics,
Bill Near,
AZ,
cv313,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.