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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Gastr Del Sol,
U.S. Maple,
Pet Shop Boys,
Al Stewart,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonic Youth,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Womack,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Yazoo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fela Kuti,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cameo,
UT,
Man Parrish,
Rufus Thomas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.