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 Grenada and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Real Kids,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
David McCallum,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
Flipper,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Morten Harket,
The Count Five,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Panda Bear,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.