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 Croatia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Second Layer to the electroclash 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Ohio Players,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Brick,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Masters at Work,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Scan 7,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Scion,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
X-101,
Chris Corsano,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.