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 Lebanon and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Soul Sonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Roxy Music,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
The Count Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
Hashim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Agitation Free,
Altered Images,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Blossom Toes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quantec,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Deepchord,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Symarip,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.