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 Belgium and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 8 Eyed Spy to the jazz 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans,
Roxy Music,
Skarface,
Sun City Girls,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Charles Mingus,
Buzzcocks,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
DNA,
Monks,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Jeff Mills,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
Motorama,
Bobby Womack,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
The Shadows of Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drexciya,
Fela Kuti,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
The Residents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.