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 Suriname and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sister Nancy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Mandrill,
the Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Funkadelic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Ten City,
Ice-T,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Slick Rick,
Archie Shepp,
The Moleskins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
Skarface,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eddi Front,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Index,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Brand Nubian,
Piero Umiliani,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.