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 Namibia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Tres Demented to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
The Remains,
Vladislav Delay,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Roy Ayers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Brothers Johnson,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Jerry's Kids,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donny Hathaway,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.