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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Q65,
Underground Resistance,
Porter Ricks,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Mr. Review,
48th St. Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Fluxion,
a-ha,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
PIL,
Althea and Donna,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.