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 Bahrain and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Cure to the dance 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
The New Christs,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pylon,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gong,
Rufus Thomas,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
The Sound,
Lou Reed,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Popol Vuh,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Sparks,
the Swans,
Arthur Verocai,
Mars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.