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 Australia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb 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 theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neu!,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Music Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alton Ellis,
Yaz,
The Gap Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Gang Starr,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
U.S. Maple,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
CMW,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Eric Copeland,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.