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 Ecuador and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Alarm Clocks to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
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,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rites of Spring,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Outsiders,
Skarface,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Skatalites,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Scion,
Barbara Tucker,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Excepter,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.