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 Ethiopia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Deadbeat,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Von Mondo,
Gang of Four,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Alice Coltrane,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
E-Dancer,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeff Mills,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tom Boy,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
DNA,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.