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 South Sudan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugs to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
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,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
The Smiths,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Con Funk Shun,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Tommy Roe,
Chrome,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bob Dylan,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Franke,
Faust,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
Fela Kuti,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Harmonia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
MDC,
Los Fastidios,
Mo-Dettes,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
T. Rex,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.