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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Henry Cow to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 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 chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Jawbox,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
The Busters,
Brand Nubian,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake,
Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Black Dice,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
June Days,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Halsall,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronan,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.