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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill 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?
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Agent Orange,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Nils Olav,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Last Poets,
A Certain Ratio,
Monks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Average White Band,
Charles Mingus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Make Up,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.