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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Stetsasonic,
Connie Case,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sugar Minott,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.