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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Flamin' Groovies,
Guru Guru,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Wolf Eyes,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cure,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Cheater Slicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Soft Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
H. Thieme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arab on Radar,
Aloha Tigers,
Davy DMX,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
The Real Kids,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Pere Ubu,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.