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 Tanzania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Spoonie Gee,
Freddie Wadling,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The Misunderstood,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alice Coltrane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Khruangbin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Five Americans,
China Crisis,
The Martian,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.