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 Nicaragua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Subhumans to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
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,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
James White and The Blacks,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
The Count Five,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moody Blues,
Radio Birdman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deakin,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Cale,
The Doors,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Birthday Party,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Junior Murvin,
The Blackbyrds,
Terry Callier,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
Saccharine Trust,
Leonard Cohen,
Los Fastidios,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Rekid,
Mark Hollis,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.