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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Television to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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,
MDC,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Davy DMX,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Techniques,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roy Ayers,
Tim Buckley,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Bush Tetras,
Vladislav Delay,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Gichy Dan,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
The Pretty Things,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fugs,
Robert Wyatt,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.