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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fugs,
Whodini,
R.M.O.,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Warsaw,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dirtbombs,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Grey Daturas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Stiv Bators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.