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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 The Velvet Underground to the disco 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
David Bowie,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Toni Rubio,
UT,
Pierre Henry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jawbox,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Make Up,
The Gladiators,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.