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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
cv313,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Whodini,
The Knickerbockers,
B.T. Express,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Von Mondo,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Tom Boy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
The Dead C,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
MC5,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
48th St. Collective,
Fugazi,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.