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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
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,
EPMD,
Anthony Braxton,
Bauhaus,
Bluetip,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Hardrive,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Jeru the Damaja,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Banda Bassotti,
Traffic Nightmare,
T. Rex,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Pylon,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed,
Marvin Gaye,
The Count Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Martian,
Lalann,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.