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 Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Easy Going 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Jacob Miller,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Crash Course in Science,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Scion,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Hutcherson,
David Bowie,
Animal Collective,
Barrington Levy,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
The Blackbyrds,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Supertramp,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Todd Terry,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.