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 Costa Rica and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soul II Soul to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
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,
Visage,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Mr. Review,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Barrington Levy,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Remains,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Davy DMX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
The Toasters,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
B.T. Express,
Gong,
Rod Modell,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.