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 Gambia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
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,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Ornette Coleman,
Dennis Brown,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
Reagan Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Camouflage,
Pulsallama,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.