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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Agent Orange to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Unwound,
Black Flag,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Womack,
Royal Trux,
Scan 7,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
These Immortal Souls,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Human League,
Cybotron,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Warsaw,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
The Walker Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
Sandy B,
Brick,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.