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 Senegal and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Index,
The Music Machine,
The Barracudas,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
Technova,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cameo,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Byron Stingily,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Depeche Mode,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.