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 Japan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mission of Burma to the rock 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
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,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Birthday Party,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Last Poets,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Zapp,
Japan,
F. McDonald,
Bootsy Collins,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Goldenarms,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Black Bananas,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Albert Ayler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smiths,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.