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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
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,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Gang Green,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
The J.B.'s,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dawn Penn,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Crispy Ambulance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funkadelic,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hoover,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.