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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Infiniti to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Minny Pops,
Los Fastidios,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Gong,
The Cramps,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Sheep,
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lyres,
Q65,
Pet Shop Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Janne Schatter,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Stereo Dub,
Skarface,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
The Moody Blues,
Rakim,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
D'Angelo,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Basic Channel,
Ultra Naté,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.