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 Japan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd 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,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Cameo,
Supertramp,
The Modern Lovers,
Piero Umiliani,
Dark Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Don Cherry,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Maleditus Sound,
Desert Stars,
Ken Boothe,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Slits,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
The Busters,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minny Pops,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.