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 Germany and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum 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 JFA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a clarinet 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Deakin,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Cymande,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Royal Trux,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Cal Tjader,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
Suicide,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sixth Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.