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 Tajikistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
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,
Skriet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Ohio Players,
The Velvet Underground,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
AZ,
Dark Day,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
10cc,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.