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 Kiribati and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
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,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun City Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
The Slackers,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Los Fastidios,
Desert Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skriet,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Graham Central Station,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tim Buckley,
Barry Ungar,
Black Bananas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Buckinghams,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.