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 Benin and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar 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 KRS-One to the rap 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
The Associates,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
PIL,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camberwell Now,
Aaron Thompson,
Magazine,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Monks,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Donny Hathaway,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sister Nancy,
Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans,
Heaven 17,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
Mission of Burma,
R.M.O.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.