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 Mozambique and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs 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?
The Real Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Main Source,
Hoover,
Pole,
AZ,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Jandek,
The Litter,
Liliput,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Glambeats Corp.,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
Theoretical Girls,
Subhumans,
Deakin,
Derrick Morgan,
Crime,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Happenings,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Faraquet,
Boredoms,
Altered Images,
Moby Grape,
Bizarre Inc.,
Basic Channel,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.