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 Jordan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Toni Rubio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
The Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
The Pop Group,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Martian,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
Organ,
The Standells,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Brass Construction,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rapeman,
Unrelated Segments,
ABBA,
Scratch Acid,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Spandau Ballet,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.