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 Cape Verde and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Scott Walker to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '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 Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Monolake,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
EPMD,
Animal Collective,
The Techniques,
Television,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Dead Boys,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Durutti Column,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.