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 Jordan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Amazonics to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Erykah Badu,
Hasil Adkins,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spoonie Gee,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
Faust,
Zapp,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
The Grass Roots,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Peter & Gordon,
Charles Mingus,
The Trojans,
Skriet,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nirvana,
Susan Cadogan,
Jeff Mills,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.