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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Zeros to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
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,
Mantronix,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Camouflage,
The Tremeloes,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faust,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
kango's stein massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
The Divine Comedy,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Motorama,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ice-T,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.