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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy Collins,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Terry Callier,
Main Source,
Amon Düül,
Ken Boothe,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Ronnie Foster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Hashim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
DJ Style,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Altered Images,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skriet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Sex Pistols,
Kurtis Blow,
Barry Ungar,
Black Moon,
June Days,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.