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 Kyrgyzstan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Kenny Larkin to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
E-Dancer,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Black Sheep,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Brass Construction,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Country Joe & The Fish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
The Saints,
Black Bananas,
K-Klass,
Glenn Branca,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Robert Hood,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
The American Breed,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
48th St. Collective,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Don Cherry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.