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 Egypt and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Audionom,
The Mummies,
Thompson Twins,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Circle Jerks,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
MC5,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Symarip,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Monolake,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.