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 Monaco and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lalann to the rock 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Patti Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Real Kids,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Kas Product,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
Howard Jones,
X-102,
MC5,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Bauhaus,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Terry Callier,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pussy Galore,
Sixth Finger,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Morten Harket,
Don Cherry,
Pagans,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lungfish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.