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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 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?
L. Decosne,
The Remains,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
UT,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jandek,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Kas Product,
One Last Wish,
Smog,
Sister Nancy,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Neon Judgement,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nick Fraelich,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.