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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a sitar 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 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vainqueur,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
James White and The Blacks,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
The Raincoats,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
Minny Pops,
Parry Music,
David Axelrod,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Jimmy McGriff,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.