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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Q and Not U,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
June Days,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
Todd Terry,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Connie Case,
T. Rex,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Pantaleimon,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.