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 Senegal and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
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,
Skaos,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
Dark Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Section 25,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
The Gories,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.