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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
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,
Pagans,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Chris & Cosey,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spoonie Gee,
The Last Poets,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
Hardrive,
La Düsseldorf,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Roxette,
Arcadia,
Thee Headcoats,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Sherman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.