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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Deakin to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
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,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
The Trojans,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Victims,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Kaleidoscope,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Archie Shepp,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Television,
Scott Walker,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.