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 Bahrain and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
The Fugs,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Fugazi,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Franke,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
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.