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 Bahrain and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Toasters to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Erykah Badu,
MC5,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Livin' Joy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Dead Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deadbeat,
June Days,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Masters at Work,
Anthony Braxton,
Essential Logic,
Unrelated Segments,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.