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 Macedonia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
Thompson Twins,
The Cramps,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Roxy Music,
Visage,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Velvet Underground,
John Cale,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Suicide,
Section 25,
Negative Approach,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Wings,
The Evens,
New Age Steppers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mojo Men,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Angry Samoans,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.