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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Robert Görl,
The Star Department,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter & Gordon,
Slave,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
the Association,
Sparks,
Thee Headcoats,
Lyres,
The Walker Brothers,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Babytalk,
the Normal,
Tommy Roe,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
June Days,
Boredoms,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Minnie Riperton,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.