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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
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,
Yazoo,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Procol Harum,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Interpol,
Lou Christie,
La Düsseldorf,
Radiohead,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.