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 Samoa and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gastr Del Sol 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Eric Dolphy,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Audionom,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pretty Things,
Little Man,
The Dirtbombs,
Average White Band,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
Qualms,
Infiniti,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
FM Einheit,
Robert Hood,
The Real Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Negative Approach,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.