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 Vietnam and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The J.B.'s to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff 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?
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mars,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
Patti Smith,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
World's Most,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sandy B,
The Index,
Gang of Four,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Animal Collective,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Minutemen,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gories,
The Knickerbockers,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Neu!,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.