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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Archie Shepp to the grunge 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Almond,
48th St. Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Boredoms,
Bobby Sherman,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Chris Corsano,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
The Saints,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Happenings,
Pagans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
F. McDonald,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.