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 Nepal and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
The Names,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Newcleus,
Charles Mingus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABC,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Dark Day,
Sun Ra,
Slick Rick,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Ronnie Foster,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Magma,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Sonics,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Flag,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Chris & Cosey,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.