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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the funk 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
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,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
Metal Thangz,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
KRS-One,
Mars,
In Retrospect,
Funkadelic,
Dark Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Drexciya,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
Scrapy,
The Motions,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
The Index,
The Count Five,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.