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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Moby Grape 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Grey Daturas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Albert Ayler,
Pussy Galore,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fuzztones,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suburban Knight,
The Trojans,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Nirvana,
Tim Buckley,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
the Association,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.