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 Mali and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Stooges,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Rod Modell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Chrome,
Oblivians,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Excepter,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Piero Umiliani,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.