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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
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,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
Archie Shepp,
Black Moon,
Outsiders,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
Skarface,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Maurizio,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Morten Harket,
Motorama,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
Siglo XX,
Zapp,
PIL,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
Drexciya,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Smoke,
Ossler,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Accadde A,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
Surgeon,
Stetsasonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.