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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
JFA,
The Cramps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeff Lynne,
Little Man,
Quantec,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Minutemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Skarface,
The Mojo Men,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Rapeman,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
Kerri Chandler,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aural Exciters,
Boredoms,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shuggie Otis,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.