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 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Brick to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
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,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
The Stooges,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Steve Hackett,
Mad Mike,
Agitation Free,
The Mojo Men,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Model 500,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Anakelly,
Gang Starr,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Scott Walker,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Procol Harum,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Stereo Dub,
Brass Construction,
The Smiths,
Ornette Coleman,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.