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 Australia and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
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,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Deakin,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
The Neon Judgement,
Japan,
Amazonics,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Trojans,
Icehouse,
The Music Machine,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Erasure,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fear,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
The Fall,
Darondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiohead,
Steve Hackett,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bluetip,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Au Pairs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.