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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Joensuu 1685 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Cymande,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Golliwogs,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Copeland,
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amon Düül II,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Rites of Spring,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Boredoms,
Barbara Tucker,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.