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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
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,
Young Marble Giants,
Make Up,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Max Romeo,
Audionom,
Con Funk Shun,
Echospace,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
The Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Supertramp,
Silicon Teens,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
KRS-One,
The Move,
Bush Tetras,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
The Blackbyrds,
John Foxx,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
The Gun Club,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.