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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T. Rex,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joensuu 1685,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
Agent Orange,
Fugazi,
The J.B.'s,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Metal Thangz,
Anthony Braxton,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Quando Quango,
New Order,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Smog,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Wire,
The Sonics,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Massinfluence,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.