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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Yellowson to the grime 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ohio Players,
Johnny Clarke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Pylon,
Hoover,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
Terry Callier,
The Modern Lovers,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
The Gladiators,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Lightning Bolt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Au Pairs,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cymande,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Subhumans,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.