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 Haiti and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warren Ellis,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Wire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crime,
Cecil Taylor,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Livin' Joy,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sällskapet,
One Last Wish,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.