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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the funk 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lakeside,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
Newcleus,
Accadde A,
Amon Düül II,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
Wings,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
Kenny Larkin,
The Kinks,
Wire,
the Swans,
Zapp,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.