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 Angola and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Hood 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
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,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Invisible,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Hot Snakes,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.