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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
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,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Circle Jerks,
Skaos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Aswad,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hot Snakes,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
The Last Poets,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Ohio Players,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Marmalade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Vogues,
Don Cherry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Aaron Thompson,
Lucky Dragons,
Brand Nubian,
Silicon Teens,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.