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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Cale to the grime 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Wells,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pylon,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Schoolly D,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Names,
Television,
The Selecter,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Jawbox,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Tim Buckley,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
Model 500,
Au Pairs,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Erasure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
The Litter,
The Standells,
UT,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Lower 48,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.