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 Tunisia and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South 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 Electric Light Orchestra 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sly & The Family Stone,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Tears for Fears,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
the Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Sparks,
Siglo XX,
The Leaves,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suicide,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
Fluxion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Scrapy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.