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 Kuwait and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Symarip,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fela Kuti,
Marmalade,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
The Raincoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fugazi,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
The Cowsills,
Gong,
Jeff Mills,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.