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 Turkey and from Halifax.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 Matthew Bourne to the punk 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
The Moody Blues,
The Gories,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Can,
One Last Wish,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Maurizio,
Wally Richardson,
Susan Cadogan,
The Grass Roots,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Inner City,
Von Mondo,
Josef K,
Negative Approach,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.