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 Panama and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Gang of Four,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Archie Shepp,
June of 44,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Little Man,
Fifty Foot Hose,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick Morgan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Techniques,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fall,
Fluxion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Visage,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.