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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Angry Samoans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Letta Mbulu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Move,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Thee Headcoats,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Image Ltd.,
Trumans Water,
John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Mo-Dettes,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.