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 Moldova and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Audionom to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
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,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
Infiniti,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Juan Atkins,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
The Fortunes,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Whodini,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
Bluetip,
Smog,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.