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 Peru and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Piero Umiliani to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Pop Group,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Buckinghams,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Faust,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slave,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
Erykah Badu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Grauzone,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Harmonia,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxy Music,
R.M.O.,
Metal Thangz,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.