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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe 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 mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Scratch Acid,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Public Enemy,
Radiohead,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
John Cale,
Lungfish,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed,
Sexual Harrassment,
Index,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
The Happenings,
Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.