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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the rock 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Q65,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
The Litter,
Make Up,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Los Fastidios,
Donald Byrd,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Excepter,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Absolute Body Control,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Chris Corsano,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
The Selecter,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Eddi Front,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.