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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Doors to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Y Pants,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Faust,
Joy Division,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Minnie Riperton,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter & Gordon,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.