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 San Marino and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the funk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
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,
cv313,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Saccharine Trust,
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Newcleus,
The Gories,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smoke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.