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 Japan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 K-Klass to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
the Human League,
Subhumans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith,
X-102,
The Electric Prunes,
Brothers Johnson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Banda Bassotti,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
Technova,
Sparks,
Lucky Dragons,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.