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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Andrew Hill to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
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,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minutemen,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
The Fortunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
the Association,
Brick,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sound Behaviour,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
The United States of America,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
JFA,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joey Negro,
Organ,
Pole,
Japan,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.