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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Procol Harum,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Audionom,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Skaos,
Subhumans,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quando Quango,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.