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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gories to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s 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 Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DJ Sneak,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
The Smoke,
Ponytail,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Urselle,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lakeside,
Schoolly D,
the Fania All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Association,
Oblivians,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Harmonia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
A Flock of Seagulls,
F. McDonald,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.