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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer 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 chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry's Kids,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Fad Gadget,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Albert Ayler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minutemen,
Scan 7,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Inner City,
Popol Vuh,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
The Fuzztones,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.