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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Ituana,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
Warsaw,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Easy Going,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Birthday Party,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alphaville,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.