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 Brazil and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Can to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Grey Daturas,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pantaleimon,
The Barracudas,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Althea and Donna,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fatback Band,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
Max Romeo,
The Blues Magoos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
Rosa Yemen,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.