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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
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,
Sight & Sound,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
The Slits,
New Order,
The Evens,
The Trojans,
The Move,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix,
Popol Vuh,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Kayak,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marvin Gaye,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Stereo Dub,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Radiopuhelimet,
These Immortal Souls,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rekid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Nirvana,
Peter and Kerry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.