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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
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,
Index,
The Smoke,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Starr,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
The Count Five,
Mantronix,
The Fall,
Arab on Radar,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Alice Coltrane,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Joe Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Prince Buster,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.