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 Tonga and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Hoover to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cecil Taylor,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Audionom,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Todd Rundgren,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Toni Rubio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Half Japanese,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Birthday Party,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.