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 Peru and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Throbbing Gristle to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective 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?
Althea and Donna,
Ronnie Foster,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Babytalk,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Skarface,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radio Birdman,
Minor Threat,
The Seeds,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
The Barracudas,
Chrome,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
The Tremeloes,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crime,
Jacques Brel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.