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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the rock 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ 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 spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Angry Samoans,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Quando Quango,
June of 44,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Foxx,
Barbara Tucker,
The Gap Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Bill Near,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Yellowson,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
David Bowie,
Television,
The Remains,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Simply Red,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.