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 Dominica and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Flamin' Groovies to the disco 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Davy DMX,
Don Cherry,
Livin' Joy,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Bad Manners,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Skarface,
David McCallum,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
10cc,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Quantec,
Fugazi,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
MDC,
Black Flag,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.