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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
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,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vladislav Delay,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Groovy Waters,
The Blues Magoos,
Erasure,
Babytalk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Judy Mowatt,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Reuben Wilson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.