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 Armenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Nas,
Dark Day,
Darondo,
Ponytail,
Smog,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
10cc,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Bananas,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
Don Cherry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
The Techniques,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camouflage,
Pussy Galore,
The Fugs,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Dolphy,
Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.