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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 Ornette Coleman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
The Remains,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
Bad Manners,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Yazoo,
Nirvana,
Fat Boys,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Letta Mbulu,
The Human League,
Jawbox,
Sonic Youth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Al Stewart,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Blackbyrds,
The Durutti Column,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Quadrant,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Leaves,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
The Happenings,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.