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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 the Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Connie Case,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Terry,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Television,
Crime,
the Association,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Anakelly,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Josef K,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
The Cramps,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.