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 South Africa and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
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,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Reagan Youth,
The Trojans,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Zeros,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.