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 Haiti and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 AZ to the dance 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
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,
the Normal,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Slits,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Soul Sonic Force,
The United States of America,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
China Crisis,
UT,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Ultravox,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thee Headcoats,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Neu!,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.