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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Livin' Joy,
Pere Ubu,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
The Beau Brummels,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.