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 India and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerri Chandler,
Silicon Teens,
DJ Style,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
X-102,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cowsills,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Bar-Kays,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Yellowson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
One Last Wish,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
ABC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Popol Vuh,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.