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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Saints 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Knickerbockers,
Quando Quango,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Mr. Review,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
X-102,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Joy Division,
Stiv Bators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Matthew Bourne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.