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 Congo and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Theoretical Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ 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 spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Dual Sessions,
The Remains,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Magazine,
Archie Shepp,
Second Layer,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Metal Thangz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Panda Bear,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
R.M.O.,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese,
Lindisfarne,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang of Four,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skaos,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Supertramp,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.