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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lou Christie to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Mars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Michelle Simonal,
Joyce Sims,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Young Rascals,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Can,
Jandek,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
The Leaves,
Roxy Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
The Litter,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Byron Stingily,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Durutti Column,
Tommy Roe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Golliwogs,
The Electric Prunes,
Scan 7,
Curtis Mayfield,
Terry Callier,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Popol Vuh,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.