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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 AZ to the jazz 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
the Association,
DNA,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
Scion,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
Donald Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.