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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Black Flag,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
The Angels of Light,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The J.B.'s,
Roger Hodgson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Schoolly D,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
The Victims,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ohio Players,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bad Manners,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.