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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
The Slackers,
The Smoke,
Matthew Bourne,
Isaac Hayes,
The Moody Blues,
Bauhaus,
the Normal,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
D'Angelo,
Cheater Slicks,
Babytalk,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Sixth Finger,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Chris Corsano,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.