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 Uzbekistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Jandek,
Desert Stars,
Can,
Sam Rivers,
John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Popol Vuh,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The New Christs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Ohio Players,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Skaos,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Black Bananas,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Whodini,
Roger Hodgson,
The Selecter,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fluxion,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Urselle,
Mad Mike,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.