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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Knickerbockers to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Pylon,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Sonny Sharrock,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Normal,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Index,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.