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 Bangladesh and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare,
Roxy Music,
Joey Negro,
Marvin Gaye,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Country Teasers,
Aaron Thompson,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
La Düsseldorf,
James White and The Blacks,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
The Remains,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Malaria!,
Morten Harket,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
Lakeside,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Flipper,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacob Miller,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Intrusion,
X-Ray Spex,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Qualms,
Robert Wyatt,
Infiniti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.