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 Cambodia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fluxion,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Shoche,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gong,
Roger Hodgson,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Tears for Fears,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.