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 Bhutan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neon Judgement to the rap 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Marvin Gaye,
Connie Case,
Maleditus Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
L. Decosne,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Sparks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
The Knickerbockers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
The Sonics,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.