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 Maldives and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
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 spring reverb 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 Black Flag to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
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,
Albert Ayler,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Infiniti,
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
This Heat,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Robert Wyatt,
A Certain Ratio,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
Tom Boy,
Kaleidoscope,
Cheater Slicks,
the Slits,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
DNA,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
Blake Baxter,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Evens,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
Technova,
Nas,
Silicon Teens,
B.T. Express,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.