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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Franke,
The Leaves,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
the Association,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Dead Boys,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
AZ,
Cameo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
Black Pus,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blues Magoos,
The Smiths,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.