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 Peru and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Pantaleimon,
Sonic Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
Agitation Free,
Eli Mardock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Au Pairs,
Index,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Animal Collective,
David Bowie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-101,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.