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 France and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rap 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes 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 an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Bush Tetras,
Barrington Levy,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
Pylon,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
Reuben Wilson,
Flipper,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Eli Mardock,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Crash Course in Science,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.