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 Uganda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Bang On A Can to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
The Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
The Saints,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Pole,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
The Durutti Column,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Ituana,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television Personalities,
Swans,
Suicide,
Robert Görl,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Livin' Joy,
Eric Copeland,
The Cowsills,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.