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 Rwanda and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Young Marble Giants,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Slave,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
Soft Machine,
Panda Bear,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Kurtis Blow,
Desert Stars,
Moebius,
The Durutti Column,
Absolute Body Control,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Junior Murvin,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Raincoats,
The Standells,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
MDC,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.