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 Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Chic 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Nirvana,
Curtis Mayfield,
EPMD,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Theoretical Girls,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Soulsonic Force,
Simply Red,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
The Martian,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Sonics,
David Bowie,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.