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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Yazoo,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Altered Images,
Silicon Teens,
The Gladiators,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Y Pants,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Knickerbockers,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Music Machine,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.