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 Lithuania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
The Standells,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Henry Cow,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alison Limerick,
New York Dolls,
Colin Newman,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
Ten City,
Minor Threat,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zero Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Icehouse,
Liliput,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Smog,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Absolute Body Control,
Don Cherry,
China Crisis,
Ossler,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.