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 Djibouti and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Dorothy Ashby,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Panda Bear,
Buzzcocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
The Gories,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Steve Hackett,
Sällskapet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aural Exciters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lungfish,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dawn Penn,
Letta Mbulu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
T.S.O.L.,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Minutemen,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Wings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cal Tjader,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.