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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Terrestrial Tones 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Saccharine Trust,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lakeside,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Von Mondo,
The Happenings,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
MDC,
Heaven 17,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48,
The Buckinghams,
Scientists,
Q65,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
Archie Shepp,
Aswad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scion,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
Cal Tjader,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fluxion,
Ituana,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.