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 Norway and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass 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,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
Visage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
Khruangbin,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
Stetsasonic,
Qualms,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Johnny Osbourne,
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Anthony Braxton,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Ultravox,
Electric Prunes,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Heaven 17,
Bluetip,
The Martian,
Adolescents,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alphaville,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Darondo,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
John Holt,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Dead Boys,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.