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 Panama and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Smog 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
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,
Groovy Waters,
the Human League,
Ituana,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Marc Almond,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Scan 7,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Section 25,
Letta Mbulu,
Can,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pussy Galore,
The Wake,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Television,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Interpol,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.