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 Czech Republic and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
Theoretical Girls,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
The Offenders,
Fad Gadget,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Suburban Knight,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.