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 Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 KRS-One to the jazz 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Amazonics,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Invisible,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marine Girls,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Funkadelic,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Ponytail,
Yaz,
Blake Baxter,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Con Funk Shun,
The Residents,
The Durutti Column,
the Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
the Association,
The Vogues,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Hashim,
Crime,
Wings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalann,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.