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 Turkmenistan and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
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,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Black Moon,
the Germs,
Soul Sonic Force,
One Last Wish,
The Move,
Livin' Joy,
Scientists,
Lyres,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Scion,
The Saints,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Excepter,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Gang Gang Dance,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Wire,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Searchers,
Sugar Minott,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Arab on Radar,
48th St. Collective,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Skaos,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.