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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Nirvana,
Oblivians,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
DJ Style,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Desert Stars,
Gang Gang Dance,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
48th St. Collective,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
Skaos,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Al Stewart,
Joe Finger,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
The Durutti Column,
The Beau Brummels,
The Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Harpers Bizarre,
China Crisis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Gang Green,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.