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 Angola and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the techno 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Nils Olav,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Godley & Creme,
The Walker Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
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PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skriet,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Lightning Bolt,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.