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 Tonga and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Newcleus,
The Residents,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Darondo,
June Days,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Alphaville,
the Normal,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacob Miller,
Roxette,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Don Cherry,
The Raincoats,
KRS-One,
Nico,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.