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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Skatalites to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Scientists,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Drexciya,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Television,
Wolf Eyes,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hashim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
cv313,
Symarip,
Procol Harum,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
John Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.