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 Cyprus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers 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?
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Eric Dolphy,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Fire Engines,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Erasure,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Zeros,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Amon Düül,
The Techniques,
Ultravox,
Scratch Acid,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fluxion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
The Pretty Things,
Eli Mardock,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.