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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Suicide,
U.S. Maple,
Yusef Lateef,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fela Kuti,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Panda Bear,
Soft Machine,
Ronan,
Magma,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
D'Angelo,
Kenny Larkin,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
The Saints,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
The Beau Brummels,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.