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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Swans,
Altered Images,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Trumans Water,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Howard Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Marc Almond,
UT,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
Arcadia,
the Germs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy Collins,
Minor Threat,
John Cale,
Das Ding,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jimmy McGriff,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.