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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 China Crisis to the rap 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a rhodes 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 synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
L. Decosne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Count Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Black Flag,
Hot Snakes,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Ponytail,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.