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 Uruguay and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Young Rascals,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
The Index,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aaron Thompson,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The American Breed,
Jacob Miller,
Letta Mbulu,
The Electric Prunes,
Ken Boothe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.