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 India and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Count Five,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Pere Ubu,
Young Marble Giants,
Shuggie Otis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q65,
Derrick May,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
The Associates,
John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Slick Rick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Section 25,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Chrome,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
New Order,
The Move,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Rundgren,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Theoretical Girls,
Talk Talk,
Mandrill,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.