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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Reuben Wilson,
The Motions,
Surgeon,
The United States of America,
Idris Muhammad,
Basic Channel,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
The Black Dice,
Alison Limerick,
The Offenders,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camberwell Now,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
The Music Machine,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ultravox,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.