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 Angola and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
John Holt,
Ronan,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
Magma,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Davy DMX,
Maurizio,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Porter Ricks,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deadbeat,
Steve Hackett,
Matthew Halsall,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Metal Thangz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Tubeway Army,
Popol Vuh,
Derrick Morgan,
Lakeside,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Names,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Kas Product,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Visage,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.