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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blancmange,
Alphaville,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
The Seeds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Essential Logic,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
UT,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Nico,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ludus,
Suicide,
R.M.O.,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.