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 Taipei.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Sonics to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
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,
Flash Fearless,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Sun Ra,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Oblivians,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sex Pistols,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Y Pants,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Todd Rundgren,
Marc Almond,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Unwound,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Henry Cow,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.