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 Spain and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 David Bowie 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 F. McDonald to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Second Layer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masters at Work,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
The Smoke,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Main Source,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Can,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.