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 Congo and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
Franke,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Steve Hackett,
Simply Red,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
The Toasters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Deakin,
Index,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yellowson,
The Standells,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Don Cherry,
Jerry's Kids,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Surgeon,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.