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 Armenia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 JFA to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Black Pus,
Brick,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
New York Dolls,
Slick Rick,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Fear,
Byron Stingily,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
The Walker Brothers,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
The Blues Magoos,
Moebius,
Wally Richardson,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Angry Samoans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.