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 Estonia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Move to the rock 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Slave,
Idris Muhammad,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
Bluetip,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
David Bowie,
Eric B and Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
The Young Rascals,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Massinfluence,
Letta Mbulu,
Lindisfarne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New Age Steppers,
Scientists,
UT,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maleditus Sound,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.