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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Moss Icon to the crunk 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
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 Monks,
Fatback Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rakim,
The Trojans,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Lightning Bolt,
Smog,
Faust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Angry Samoans,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Ponytail,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Kas Product,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
Marcia Griffiths,
Monolake,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Maleditus Sound,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
Graham Central Station,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.