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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
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 Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Piero Umiliani 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Danielle Patucci,
Kayak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anakelly,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
The Evens,
Crime,
Pole,
Urselle,
The Count Five,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Desert Stars,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Eli Mardock,
The Names,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Scan 7,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Piero Umiliani,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.