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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Ornette Coleman to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
Camberwell Now,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spandau Ballet,
Fear,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantytec,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Rufus Thomas,
MDC,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
Radiohead,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.