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 Ecuador and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
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,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Motions,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Radiohead,
The Smoke,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
the Normal,
Reuben Wilson,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Eli Mardock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers,
These Immortal Souls,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dead Boys,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.