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 Switzerland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Suburban Knight to the rap 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Barry Ungar,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alison Limerick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Fugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Junior Murvin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.