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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Eve St. Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
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,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Aaron Thompson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
The Evens,
Niagra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Television,
Hardrive,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
The Cure,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Amazonics,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Count Five,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
The Star Department,
Vainqueur,
Darondo,
The Slackers,
Leonard Cohen,
Wire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
David Bowie,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faust,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.