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 Saudi Arabia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Gories to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Red Krayola,
Make Up,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Metal Thangz,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
The Tremeloes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Altered Images,
Mars,
Johnny Clarke,
Harry Pussy,
Dennis Brown,
Funky Four + One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stereo Dub,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.