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 Angola and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Silicon Teens,
Cal Tjader,
The Smoke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
the Association,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Sun Ra,
Audionom,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Names,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Rekid,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Porter Ricks,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
David McCallum,
Nirvana,
U.S. Maple,
Magazine,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Arthur Verocai,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Black Moon,
Neil Young,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.