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 Denmark and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
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,
Fluxion,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Trumans Water,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Guru Guru,
Suicide,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
PIL,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Thompson Twins,
F. McDonald,
John Coltrane,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
Brand Nubian,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
48th St. Collective,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Five Americans,
Sonny Sharrock,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Kenny Larkin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.