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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Altered Images,
New Order,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Sherman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Cecil Taylor,
The Move,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Anakelly,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
The Tremeloes,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.