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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Sound Behaviour,
Mission of Burma,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Smog,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crash Course in Science,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Colin Newman,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
Janne Schatter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Patti Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.