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 Denmark and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Count Five to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Golliwogs,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Nico,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
Delta 5,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Cameo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Negative Approach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Nirvana,
Terry Callier,
Idris Muhammad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
Supertramp,
Tom Boy,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.