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 Argentina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Slick Rick to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eve St. Jones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Dennis Brown,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
U.S. Maple,
Camberwell Now,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Urselle,
Slave,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Smiths,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
New Age Steppers,
The Star Department,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Terry Callier,
Heaven 17,
Lakeside,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Fear,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Selecter,
Main Source,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.