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 Dominican Republic and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Niagra to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip 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?
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Cameo,
Stiv Bators,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
T.S.O.L.,
the Slits,
Soulsonic Force,
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Moody Blues,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
The Litter,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ronnie Foster,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agitation Free,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Porter Ricks,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Aural Exciters,
The Move,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Fad Gadget,
Morten Harket,
Von Mondo,
Thee Headcoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.