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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Doors to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
UT,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Graham Central Station,
Crooked Eye,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Sheep,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
The Cure,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
John Holt,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Adolescents,
Model 500,
Visage,
A Certain Ratio,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Starr,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.