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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron 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 spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Funky Four + One,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
One Last Wish,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Theoretical Girls,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smiths,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Patti Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Ludus,
Gong,
Vainqueur,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Liliput,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
The Monks,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.