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 Luxembourg and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag 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?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Dirtbombs,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Remains,
Joe Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Anakelly,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
the Germs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Matthew Bourne,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Scratch Acid,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Easy Going,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Shoche,
The Black Dice,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.