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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Joe Smooth to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Man Parrish,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Urselle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Radio Birdman,
June Days,
MC5,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mojo Men,
Curtis Mayfield,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
Little Man,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Donny Hathaway,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blancmange,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sound,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
AZ,
Can,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Sandy B,
Anakelly,
Bob Dylan,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.