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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
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,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Smog,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
John Lydon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
The Martian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
John Cale,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Offenders,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.