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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
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,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Niagra,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fuzztones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pylon,
PIL,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rod Modell,
X-102,
The Motions,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
10cc,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Fall,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.