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 Bahamas and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Royal Trux,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Magazine,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
ABC,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Q65,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
Zero Boys,
Junior Murvin,
DNA,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Panda Bear,
The Gories,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.