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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brothers Johnson to the techno 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
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,
Ludus,
Nico,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Judy Mowatt,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slits,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Junior Murvin,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Grass Roots,
UT,
Von Mondo,
The Five Americans,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Gichy Dan,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Liliput,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
Sex Pistols,
David McCallum,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.