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 Marshall Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Masters at Work to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Underground Resistance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Holt,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
L. Decosne,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
Desert Stars,
Gang Green,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Severed Heads,
Aswad,
Rotary Connection,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.