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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 D'Angelo to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
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,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Siglo XX,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Eric Dolphy,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Carl Craig,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
The Pop Group,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Icehouse,
The Monks,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Gang of Four,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.