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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Edmonton and Columbus.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lakeside to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
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,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
The Techniques,
AZ,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nirvana,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
Lyres,
Glenn Branca,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skaos,
Moebius,
Black Sheep,
The United States of America,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Jerry's Kids,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.