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 Hungary and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Green to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Donald Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Swans,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grey Daturas,
David Bowie,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Lower 48,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
cv313,
Public Enemy,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
the Human League,
H. Thieme,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
Smog,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Rod Modell,
Angry Samoans,
Index,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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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.