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 San Marino and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Moss Icon to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Index,
Junior Murvin,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zero Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dead C,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yaz,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Brick,
Lightning Bolt,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonic Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Jandek,
The Associates,
Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Toni Rubio,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.