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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Second Layer to the dance 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
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,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
The Move,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
Main Source,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
ABC,
Mo-Dettes,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Technova,
Slave,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
The Fire Engines,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
Radiohead,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.