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 Libya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Sonic Youth,
The Beau Brummels,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cybotron,
X-Ray Spex,
Charles Mingus,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
New Age Steppers,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Animal Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stetsasonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sparks,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Cramps,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.