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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Banda Bassotti,
Crime,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Smog,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bill Near,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
Nils Olav,
Brand Nubian,
Ronan,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
JFA,
The Moody Blues,
Guru Guru,
David Bowie,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.