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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David Axelrod to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sixth Finger,
John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
The Music Machine,
JFA,
The Dead C,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
the Normal,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Glenn Branca,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mantronix,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
OOIOO,
MC5,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.