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 Argentina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Ultimate Spinach to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
New Age Steppers,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
The Names,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
Kerri Chandler,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Rekid,
The Move,
David Bowie,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Second Layer,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
48th St. Collective,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
The J.B.'s,
The Durutti Column,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.