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 San Marino and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faraquet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
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,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Maurizio,
Dark Day,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Panda Bear,
Ituana,
Cheater Slicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Juan Atkins,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
The Dead C,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
MDC,
Organ,
Severed Heads,
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Scion,
Suicide,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
Sällskapet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.