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 Mauritania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Suicide to the grunge 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Fluxion,
Magma,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Desert Stars,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Young Marble Giants,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Black Sheep,
Kerri Chandler,
Funky Four + One,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Brothers Johnson,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arthur Verocai,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pere Ubu,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.