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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Pulsallama,
The Human League,
Inner City,
The Buckinghams,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
New Order,
The Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blossom Toes,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Model 500,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.