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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
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,
Tres Demented,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Harry Pussy,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Althea and Donna,
Main Source,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Guru Guru,
Terry Callier,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
ABC,
Icehouse,
DJ Sneak,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Alarm Clocks,
Motorama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Simply Red,
The Pop Group,
Lungfish,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
K-Klass,
the Association,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.