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 Turkey 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
48th St. Collective,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
MC5,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
JFA,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
Anakelly,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marvin Gaye,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Scientists,
DNA,
Cal Tjader,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.