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 Tonga and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Suicide to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Fortunes,
Bob Dylan,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Bad Manners,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magma,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Qualms,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Wings,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
Donny Hathaway,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Underground Resistance,
MDC,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.